Enough with the Hillary Deathwatches, the Eight Belles comparisons, the Wednesday morning quarterbacking, the super-annuating, the gloating not-gloating, the Wright stuffing, the obliterating, the primary parsing.
Everybody take a breath, sit back, have a lovely European style coffee, and play your old "Come Together" LP. Don't try to figure out what it means. Toe jam football. Walrus gumboot. So? Chill.
Especially you, John King. You must be exhausted from a late night of poking your Ouija board, finger painting, expanding/contracting your counties, while the best political team on television was laughing at you behind your back. You made your OCD work for you, now take a rest.
The Jenna One is getting married - because she can - down at the Yearning for Scion Ranch this weekend. Keep Jim Baker busy. The Bush Dynasty is all compounded down in Texas.
It's Mother's Day weekend. In honor of Mom, let's have a primary worry free weekend. Play some hoops. Rest your voice. Sleep in your own bed.
The Swiftboats for McBush are gassing up. Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal is being vetted. John McSupreme Court is loving him some strict constructionists. John McSharraf has his flag pin stuck in his chest. Limbaugh lower now.
Rest up, you two, dear warriors, then come together right now over me.