God, let's make a deal. I've been a good Catholic all Lent. I've kept my promises; I haven't so much as glanced at a sports website--ESPN, SI, FoxSports, and all the rest--all through March Madness.
I ask only this in return. Please don't let Terry McAuliffe become Governor of Virginia. Please, please, please. Please.
If you're doubting me, God, I refer you to this Dana Milbank piece in the Washington Post:
Now McAuliffe, who speaks almost entirely in exclamation points, is applying that same zeal to being a man of the people. As part of his campaign, he has spent a day working as a busboy and a bartender. He plans to labor on a ship. "I've been an African American barber," the Irish candidate reported to his hosts at the landfill in Lorton yesterday. "You know, about three Saturdays ago, there was a grass fire out here," he told the workers at the waste plant. "You know who was on the firetruck to put it out? I was! I was a fireman that day. . . . I got those hoses out so fast, you would not have a plant today if I had not been on that truck. Saved your plant. Probably saved Northern Virginia."
I have to ask: why do Democrats get a pass when it comes to faux-populist posing? If a Republican stumped around the state like this, dressing up as a fireman or a barber, the media would laugh them out of town.
Yet McAuliffe does it and nobody bats an eye. How to explain it? God, that's my second request to you. Please illuminate this problem.
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