So last night I get this text message from Xtine:
"I bet you have fallen madly in love with Rahm Emanuel."
Damn you, Xtine, and your uncanny telepathy. How could she know?
The single factor holding me back from pulling out the stone tablets and creating a religion dedicated to his face is the fact that I still need to Wikipedi him, and I have to be sure about this. Orthodoxy is not a toy, despite all that ecumenical patriarch shit they pull in Constantinople. Luckily, he shares a last name with Christ, so this shouldn't be too hard.
Survivor: Johnny Depp's Island, Pacino would get completely fed up with his islemates' bickering over the political influences of celebrities and pundits, grab Clooney, tie him to a palm tree, and beat him like a Turkish carpet with Carville's limp, unconscious body while Seth read excerpts from the Torah.
What I'm saying is, Rahm looks how George Clooney would look after a strict forty-day diet of rice, sand, Judaism, and James Carville. He'd be the jaded, trampled, smirking, cocky, little-boy voiced bastard that we know and love.
I feel a little C-Span coming on.