"A Bid for Biden", says dependably kooky New York Post headline

Barack Obama has chosen Joe Biden as his running mate, something I learned last night via text message at 3:30. In the morning. You'd think you would feel pretty good about yourself once you start getting dead of the night booty calls from JFK 2.0, but I was a little too groggy to be flattered. Anyway, sorry I didn't write back, 'Bama.

The spin that the McCainiacs are putting on this is that Obama's choice of a running mate with a wealth of experience in foreign policy is an "admission" of his own inexperience and weakness in that area. Um ... what? That is like if I announced I was getting married and someone pointed out that my choice of a husband with a penis is an admission that I don't have one. Yup. It's just. Like. That . It's like, no kidding I don't have a penis, but it sure is something I could get some use out of, right? It's all about complimenting one another, whether you're aiming for the White House or a white dress. And that's my joint political/love advice column for the week. Time to send it off to Cosmo/The Nation!

Anyway, Biden has foreign policy covered, so I guess Obama is free to take over the reigns on that whole "being able to wink" thing. Biden looks like he's watching Open Mic night at the Senate, and everyone's had a few more Twisted Teas than he has, and Ted Kennedy's doing "Livin' On a Prayer" AGAIN and Hillary has some kind of feather boa and John Edwards, you have the NICEST hair, no really like it's just so NICE. Do you know how nice your hair is, John Edwards? I would kill for hair like this! Can I touch it? ohmygosh, come feel John's hair, it's like he's Asian or something!