I am sick to death of Senator Joseph Lieberman calling himself a Democrat. If he's a Dem, then, hell, I'm a dyed in the wool, card-carrying member of the friggin' GOP! C'mon, Joe, we all know on which side of the fence you sit. Just switch parties already. We'll pick up plenty of seats in November, and your defection won't even be a blip on the radar. As my Nana used to say, Joe, "Pee or get off the pot." Life's too short not to stand up for what you believe, and you're sure not standing in our camp anymore. I'd have a helluva lot more respect for you if you switched. Maybe you've been so busy touting the glories of all that is McCain that you just haven't had time to change parties. Shall I send you a new voter registration card? Would that make it easier? For Pete's sake, if you are going to lobby that hard to gain the v.p. slot in the opposing party, tagging along behind McCain like a puppy dog, then it's time to hit the road. "Hit the road, Joe, and don'tcha come back, no more, no more, no more, no more..." See ya at the Republican Convention.
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