(Another thing Matt (who, for the record, is an Obama man) threw out in chat but is now too beyond blogging to put up himself.)
It's 3 a.m.
Your children are sleeping.
But in the White House, a phone is ringing.
It's Mike Gravel.
He's lost his pills and is in the bus station.
When that phone rings, don't you want someone who can go pick up a delusional, jabbering Mike Gravel at the Greyhound depot?