Some poor sap might say: “Poor Biden, he’s so honest that he rides the train home to small town Wilmington every single night. He’s so honest that he didn’t even buy a home in D.C.”

I beg to differ. He goes home ever night so his sons are able to properly raise funds–so the donors know that the old man is just down the street and he’s still one of them–not a transplant to Washington.

I would also argue that the fact that after 28 years in the Senate Bonehead Biden doesn’t have a home in D.C. itself shows impracticality in judgement and overall incompetence. Barry Hussein wants that idiot for VP?

He lives in Wilmington because he needs to be there–not because he’s so honest. Any other person would have at least rented a crash pad in town, but there obviously is some benefit to him making the over two hundred mile round trip EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. If he is so stupid as to not have a roof over his head in D.C. after almost 30 years, he’s too stupid to be VP. I wonder how many dinner tables his sons have?

Independently wealthy since before she married John McCain, Cindy McCain’s financial activities have absolutely nothig to do with John’s whatsoever. Yet they now make fun of John McCain’s “kitchen tables”.

But they conveniently ignore Biden’s sons, who make money from their father’s position as a U.S. Senator–they are cashing their father in, and no one asks about how many kitchen tables $100,000/year retainers and $1.2 million annual cash salaries can buy for them. The senator from MBNA carries the water for the banks which employ one of his sons, and the MSM is too busy to ask the proper questions.

Clearly this bachelor has got to get there.

What a wonderful post — beautifully personal and entertaining initially, segueing cleanly into a whimsically humerus — but devastatingly incisive — take of Obama’s selection of smiling Joe Biden for his VP choice.

I’ll drift off to sleep tonight with a smile on my face.