Understandable that this would be said of Chris Coons: after all, look at that happy grin! That marvelous posture! That glossy coat… pelt… erm, skin! Admittedly, this isn’t the best example of the breed in the smarts department – Coons admitted to being a Marxist in his more hirsute days, and we all know that Marxism is intellectualism for stupid people – but smarts aren’t everything. Particularly when it comes to Democratic Senators: after all, when Carly Fiorina gets done with Senator Ma’am there’s going to be a vacancy anyway. Assuming he survives his own general election, I’m sure that Coons will be a good boy, yes he will, yes he will!
Heck, I bet he’s even housebroken.
What’s that? I’m being cruel, vicious, and mean by treating Chris Coons as a dog, not a human being? I am showing my utter contempt for the formerly bearded Marxist? I am treating Coons like some sort of… pet?
Tell it to Harry Reid.
“I’m going to be very honest with you — Chris Coons, everybody knows him in the Democratic caucus. He’s my pet. He’s my favorite candidate,” Reid said.
Well, maybe there should be an ellipsis and a start-over to the sentence there…
“I’m glad he’s running. I just think the world of him. He’s my pet.”
No, there probably shouldn’t have been an ellipsis and a start-over to the sentence there.
Of course, that assumes that we have to worry about Harry Reid’s opinion once Sharron Angle is done with him.
PS: I swear, the Good Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, small children, the United States of America, and the Republican party. Christine O’Donnell for Senate. Homo sapiens sapiens.