The Post is in the tank for Obama, per the endorsement running in Friday’s fishwrap.

Now I am a junkie for endorsements. And this is a swing-state paper, on account of NoVa readers. But endorsements are overrated. No doubt about it.

Yet there is something here, as the Post editorial board was basically fellating Dubya on the war from the jump.  Disgusting stuff, really. But they have caught Hope, for which there is no cure but Change.  Paragraph No. 2 sets up the rest:

“The choice is made easy in part by Mr. McCain’s disappointing campaign, above all his irresponsible selection of a running mate who is not ready to be president. It is made easy in larger part, though, because of our admiration for Mr. Obama and the impressive qualities he has shown during this long race. Yes, we have reservations and concerns, almost inevitably, given Mr. Obama’s relatively brief experience in national politics. But we also have enormous hopes.”

Like, ouch, dude.

RNC/Geezer robocall in Va., today: “Barack Obama and his fellow Democrats aren’t who you think they are.”

Newly hired Geezer hack Dennis Green, press conference, Phoenix, Nov. 5: “They are who we thought they were! And we let ’em off the hook!”

If the shifting nature of the Geezer campaign holds, this must happen.

You know, I was worried about the one line from the Geezer that did not have to do with Joedaplumbah. Emphasis on was.

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Strike ’em out, throw ’em out. But, of course, this is a NEGATIVE AD, so Barry is just an awful, awful person, just like Rep. John Lewis. (Insert your own reference to “waaaambulance” here.)

(Sidenote: hey rptrcub? Please give me Georgian Voter opinion on John Lewis. Revered as a sainted man who can do no wrong? Reviled as showboating hack with a good backstory? To the point of whether hitting John Lewis actually helps Barry in Georgia.)

Hello America! My name is Joe. Joe, the plumber!

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “hey, Joe, why should I care about you?” Well, wise guy, why should I care about you? Yeah, you! You who pours bacon grease down the drain when you know that it hardens — just like cholesterol in your arteries — and clogs up your pipes. You know this is going to happen, but no. You have to do it, and then you have to call me at 3 in the freaking morning and I have to wake up, come over and make sure that little Suzie can have some oatmeal before going to school.

And I freaking told you to get your cast iron pipes replaced — how they get weak and eventually fail. Told you that three years ago. But did you listen? Noooooo. Of course not. And then I get the call late at night, when I’m having some quality time with Mrs. Plumber, and you are all freaking out and I could give a rat’s ass.

You know what, America? FUCK YOU! That’s my opinion on the presidential race. FUCK YOU AND THE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON!

And now, if you’ll will beg my pardon, I have to talk to some hot shot literary agent in New York. At least he’s going to pay me on time, unlike some people I can mention.

Until next time… FUCK YOU!

Warmest regards–
Joe the Plumber

Item: RNC pulling Wisconsin and Maine TV. McCain-branded ads still up, but no help from the party anymore. RNC doubling down on Colorado and Missouri, and now has ads running in one blue state — Pennsylvania.

Any moves like this had to be made today. If they made the move tomorrow, or the next day, it would have been a nice, loud GONG in the middle of the library. As it is: this can’t be good for the Geezer.

Later, Ron and Grapes* will talk about how Ken Dryden was not that great a goalie, and why Gilles Duceppe is a pussy for wearing a visor.  But first: Doug, go!

Koo-loo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsgVspgy184

* “Grapes” = Don Cherry, former head coach of the Boston Bruins, co-host (w/ Ron MacLean) of Coach’s Corner on Hockey Night in Canada, protector of “kids!” who play hockey per tips and tricks during said Corner, fairly conservative guy. Almost became viceroy. Really.

Well, then.  Stanley Kurtz of the National Review has scoured the files of the Chicago Annenberg Challenge and come up with…. jack squat. Extremely tangential, at its best.  Homofascist’s wedding story, below, has more heft.  As is usually the case.  Please read his story, then mine.  Kthxbai.

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