On “Meet the Press” this past Sunday, James Carville pulled out an egg and smashed it on his head, covering his dome and mug with slimy yolk, the egg oozing down his face, filling every warlock-like feature with a breakfast food I’ll never again touch. He did it to demonstrate how he had egg on his face after predicting Kerry would win the election. No demostration was necessary.

So, if I seem a bit off my game today, it’s because I’m still recovering after witnessing something that would have made even the hardiest of iron-bellied Cajuns projectile-hurl their gumbo halfway across Shreveport.


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