Loser Talk
Posted by: mward on Nov. 4, 2009
Congratulations, Mr. Deeds. Way to go, lady lieutenant governor. And good for you, girl name wannabe attorney general.
State Democrats Creigh Deeds, Jody Wagner and Steve Shannon might think I’m being sarcastic or having a little fun with them on what's likely a bummer of a morning. But I’m not. In fact, last night’s landslide election losers couldn’t have picked a better time to be such huge, huge losers.
Suddenly, losing an election has become the equivalent of spying Heidi or Tyra wearing a pair of fourth place ribbons around their ears at a New York Fashion week ultra-lounge party. It’s trendy, hip, fab and fun. Just ask John McCain, who’s allowed to open his own mail and doesn’t need Secret Service agents “test flushing” public toilets for him.
Here are a few more reasons why being on the short end of the ballot count is so damn hot in 2009:
You don’t have to get sued by the Black Eyed Peas: As I watched Governor-elect Bob McDonnell make a victory lap en route to the mic for his acceptance speech at the downtown Marriott, the Black Eyed Peas hit “I Got a Feeling” blared from bad speakers. First of all, what a ballsy musical selection… “Tonight’s gonna be a real good night.” And second, I don’t remember hearing Fergie or Will.i.am spewing off conservative sentiment in their last Grammy acceptance speech. Hey Bobby, I got a feeling that someone is getting a call from a lawyer who can afford much nicer suits than you this morning.
You don’t have to get sued by Mattel: Gov. McDonnell may want to consider shaving his LEGO hairdo unless he’s willing to do an “iCarly” commercial block for free.
You won’t get a comic villain likeness painted on a strip club wall: If we see repeat Lt. Gov. Bill crudely disguised as Dr. Doom on the side of Richard’s Rendezvous, don’t say I told you so.
You don’t have to sweat town hall mobs: Did you see those healthcare town halls? Every weirdo and anarchist living in basement apartments was looking for a piece of our elected leaders. I haven’t heard that much awkward yelling since karaoke night at the Al Sharpton household.
You don’t have to worry about your daughter’s baby daddy appearing in Playgirl: Watching Levi Johnston trash former mother-in-law-to-be Sarah Palin on the talk show circuit is the kind of thing that makes parents forbid their kids for running for sixth grade student council. Just in case. Best of all, the dude is only doing this to promote a pictorial that will likely have him posed over a dead moose with a smoking gun, wearing assless chaps sewn from an Alaskan flag. Awesome.
You wouldn’t even get a full term: Haven’t you seen the previews for disaster epic “2012?” The world is going to end in three years people, two years after the Republican state ticket takes office!!! This means they’re already lame ducks, unless Jon Cusack’s helicopter sweeps down and grabs McDonnell & Co. from atop a burning Capitol building before the tidal waves and Mayan spears get them.
Good luck, new leaders of the commonwealth. You’re going to need it. And as for the Democrats, pick up your signs and head to Richard’s Rendezvous. The first lap dance is on Bolling.
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