Your editor was fiddling with his phone outside Madison Square Garden on his way to see a depressing Georgetown basket-ball loss last night when he came across a confused, aimless, voter-hated Chris Dodd. Dodd appeared to be holding some kind of large purse and asked a police officer for directions. After looking around a few more times, he left, disappearing into the New York night. Chris Dodd is pretty aimless in general these days; this was just hours after Dodd took his last breath as a U.S. senator and days after he was finally cleared on ethics allegations. What will Dodd do now? Go into antiques (restart Lehman Brothers)?
Anyway, consider yourself Wonk’d.
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Seeya Senator — I'm gonna miss trying to remember what you were known for.
A fly in his hair?
All that I saw on the video was "An error occurred, please try again later."
That sure looks like Dodd alright.
"Everyone is talking at me. I don't hear a word they're saying. Only the echoes of my mind."
Chris Dodd is the new Joe Buck.
"Officer, can you tell me how to get to Des Moines?"
Or Greenwich. Most of the hereditary congresscrittersjust stay in Washington rather than returning to their dreary pocket boroughs.
Practice?
A briefcase full of lonely man porn.
Ambien?
It hasn't been the same since '85, when Dodd & Ted Kennedy were taking turns eating out underneath the tables at DC's finest restaurants.
He looks like the ghost of Tip O'Neill.
Dodd sad…
Also, Jack, roll out ahoya is going to all kinds of roll over your hoya saxa.
Go Marquette.
"Aimless Chris Dodd Disappears Into New York Night"
…like a besuited tumbleweed blown across a lonely prairie, except the prairie is made of questionable financial transactions and the wind is crushing voter indifference.
Like a cheap plastic bag caught in the windy eddy of eternity in a supermarket parking lot does this man blow leaning toward infinity, until found, grounded, and planted once again within a purpose will he grow mighty and full. Yea, point me towards True North, to legacy and then beyond. Cry for me not, for I am but a passer-thru. We are but ordinary people, knowing not which way to go. Goodnight.
Wait, wha?!
Now, I am become death.
Gawd, why is it that I always seem to kill threads? I know I post late, but jeeze, man.
Glad he packed a bag, maybe he'll stay gone.
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