Cue the ominous music.
It’s 3 a.m., and your children are safe and asleep, but there’s a phone in the White House and it’s ringing. Someone intended to call Domino’s to order a pizza, but was too drunk to dial the number correctly.
Your vote will decide who answers that call, whether it’s someone who already knows the time-honored art of pizza making — someone tested and ready to bake a mean pie in a hungry world full of sloshed college students.
It’s 3 a.m., and your children are safe and asleep. What that fact has to do with anything is anyone’s guess, but we’ll repeat it anyway. Who do you want answering the phone? The person who will simply recognize it as a wrong number, or the person with the experience to make that pizza when the slurred call comes?
Seven weeks of this Phyrric drivel, here we come! I love living in Pennsylvania…