Vox Day darkens my day by speculating that our fair state may one day fall under the curse of Senator Franken:
Considering that Alice Franken - who still hasn't been so good as to answer my call to fisticuffs, hence the appellation - was not offering anything you couldn't hear on NPR, read in the New York Times, or watch on the ABCNNBCBS cabal, the network never had a chance.
Of course, one hardly expects a group composed entirely of fluff-head leftists to understand the complexities of the law of supply and demand.
I'd like to luxuriate in the joys of what Jonah Goldberg calls Frankenfreude as Air America loses executives and misses payrolls. But that's not possible now that Alice is bruiting about the idea of running for the Senate. In any other state, that might be laughable, but not in Minnesota. It's the one state where he could actually win. Do the words "Gov. Jesse Ventura" ring a bell?
First Paul Wellstone, now Mark Dayton, and in the future Al Franken? How much can one state bear?
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