Fighting to save his seat in what many pundits have listed as a toss-up race in his home state of Nevada, Reid asked Lieberman to do a fundraiser for him.
Yes, yes, everyone in the United States Senate is filthy and disgusting, and the health care legislation probably should have included some provision wherein Senators must convene via individual environmentally isolated spheres so as to prevent a concentration of scuz setting off a bio-chemical reaction worse than the plague and pig flu combined. Goes without saying.
But really, Harry. Lieberman?
Nevada's not all that big a TV market. There's only so much money Reid can spend in the state. Surely he's already very close to having more than enough to air in heavy rotation the forthcoming televised docudrama about how Sue Lowden is a cross between Leona Helmsley, Kato Kaelin and Jim Gibbons (but without the charm) who dines on tasty puppy ear and kitten nose hors dourves made in a locked, cold and damp dark room by the children of her illegal immigrant domestic servants.
Must Reid fraternize with him Lieberman it just for an extra buck or two? If money's the thing, imagine how much Lieberman's friends the teanuts would pay to watch Reid swan dive into a steaming pool of backwash collected from the Port-a-Potties set up at their magnificent policy forum in Searchlight a few weeks ago. The revenue from Fox's broadcast rights alone would hit nine figures. And surely full body, up-the-nose submersion in aged teabagger excrement must be preferable to having voluntary contact with Joe Lieberman. Or the same, anyway.