By GottaLaff
Once upon a time, there was a very forgetful, confused Republican named John Sidney McCain. He got lost in the nation's capital one fine summer's day, and came upon a cottage. And living in the cottage were the Three Veeps. There was Pro-Choice Veep, Not-American-Born Veep, and the scariest Veep of all: The Poison Bush.
Joe Klein says "the word in Republican circles is that John McCain is quite frustrated by the vice presidential selection process because he can't go with any of his top three choices."
The problem? One is pro-choice (Tom Ridge), one is named Bush (Jeb) and one was born outside the United States (Sen. Mel Martinez).
Confused Little Sidney tasted the Pro-Choice Veep's porridge and spit it right out! Ptooey!
Next, he tasted the Not-American-Born Veep's porridge and nearly burned his waggy little tongue off! Much, much too hot for D.C. Land!
And last of all, when he got to the Poison Bush's porridge, well, he held his nose and turned away. After having a taste of a previous Poison Bush's porridge, a sadder-but-wiser Little Sidney was he, so off he trotted, as far from that toxic brew as his little legs could carry him!
What was poor, lost, Confused Little Sidney to do? Looks like he'll need to find another cottage, one that's safer, with a stronger foundation and a modicum of insurance-- if he could afford it, that is! Until then, it's very likely that Confused Little Sidney will continue to be lost, continue to meander through the Land of D.C., and may not live happily ever after.
The End