But I know Mitt’s not the only one. The oddly- and-recently-again-red-headed Lou Dobbs would love to be on the ticket, any ticket. Dobbs/McCain, Dobbs/Obama, Dobbs/Clinton, or probably most preferably: Dobbs/Dobbs.
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights. Alexander Pushkin. Translated by Peter Tempest. Illus. by V. Konashevich. Moscow, USSR: Progress Publishers, 1973. (apologies to Pushkin, italicized words added)
“In her dowry rich and vast
Was a little looking-glass.
It had this unique distinction:
It could speak with perfect (English only) diction.
Only with this glass would she
In a pleasant humour be.
Many times a day she’d greet it
And coquettishly entreat it:
Tell me, pretty looking-glass,
Nothing but the truth, I ask:
Who in all the world is fairest
And has the beauty of the rarest?”
I know most folks who want to be on the Presidential ticket, either ticket, are supposed to play it coy, play it cool, but can we, for a moment, admire raw desire?: #1 Whose desire burns most brightly to be VP?
or, alternately: #2 Who would make the best VP on either ticket?
From Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night
…but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.