“Waiting to board the jam-packed red-eye from the Mormon-Republican nexus of Salt Lake City to JFK Saturday night, I watched Howard Dean quietly try and talk himself into a seat. The drones from Delta weren’t having it, despite the Dem Party chairman’s pleas that “something was mixed up at the office.”
He traveled alone, carried a giant bag slung over his frumpy suit. All the baby-eating Republicans on hand watched him hatefully, waiting for him to go diva on Delta’s ass, but he disappointed them and said “thank you” kindly when he he couldn’t get aboard. Ho Chi Dean has tiny feet, and waddled away quickly, presumably bound for a hotel and a tall scotch.
– From Gawker via my daughter Darcy.
