D. C. Fun

Tuesday night, Senator Harry Reid (D-NV) threw a slumber party. I used to think that Harry was an idiot ("The war is lost"), but it turns out he's crazy. He keeps doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. That's the classic definition of crazy. It could be considered merely juvenile, but he's an old dude. He petulantly declared he would keep taking a vote every two hours all night, but when the motion failed at midnight, the Senators started going home and the cots they had brought in went mostly unused. They ate the pizza that was delivered, washing it down with Yoo-hoo, the official beverage of the Senate. After Senator McCain made a fool of him, Harry retired to his office to read his bootleg copy of the soon-to-be-released "Harry Potter and the Enlarged Prostate."

Missing were sex, kissing games, pillow fights, panty raids, and all other features of a good slumber party. Teddy Kennedy complained there was no alcohol, and the ladies' slap-fight was embarrassingly short. There was no report on what the staff and interns were doing, but apparently they stuck it out [oops].