One Brick Short

So we’re just sort of standing around by the water cooler when the question of the Goode-Perriello arose: Who won?

Well, since no one knows and no one seems to be able to count votes cast in any accurate manner, the idea came up to have some kind of play-off.
Football game, suggested one man, with P and G as their team’s quarterbacks. Big sticks suggested I.

“Mud wrestling,“ suggested a couple of young ladies from The Dark Side. “That, at least, would be entertaining.“

No way, said football-guy, that’s disturbing and I had to agree. The thought of Perriello and Goode grappling in mud while dressed in Bravos made my stomach flip like pancakes at a campaign breakfast.

“Especially if they’re wearing man-thongs,“ said football-guy, confirming my here-to-fore mere assumption that the man is not entirely quite right and proving that the laces on his baseball are ready to let loose.

“The only thing that could be worse is if they wrestled in jello,“ I suggested. “Lime-green, of course.“

We quickly broke up the conversation and returned to our respective work stations, but we may have actually hit on something other than rock-bottom. If we were to require a jello-wrestling play-off of all contested Congressional races, we could be assured that anyone who ran for office would truly want to serve the people.

Only those who really serve are willing to be so humiliated.