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www.post-gazette.com/pg/06223/712716-153.stm
Pittsburgh, Pa. The Devil and Senator Lieberman Friday, August 11, 2006 (snippets) Somewhere in Connecticut, Sen. Joe Lieberman stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. Days after democracy jumped the rails and the stars fell from the sky, he is still in denial about the results of the Connecticut primary. Blinking back a tear, he grudgingly flashes the least sincere smile in American politics.
His gaze is met by a man whose red suit fits like a bulky second skin. Emerging from the shadows of the laundry chute, the man has a cherubic face, an arrogant smile and a receding hairline that partially covers a tiny set of horns.
"Hello, Karl," Joe Lieberman sighs. "What brings you to the Nutmeg state this beautiful day?"Cleaning his glasses with a plume of expectorated smoke, the man in the red suit winks and laughs."Just checking to see when you'll finally get around to consummating a relationship that began when the president kissed you a few years ago."
"That kiss," Joe Lieberman mutters. "That damn kiss sunk my political career. Because of an illicit, five-second display of affection for a president who plunged us into a stupid and unnecessary war, nobody believes I'm a Democrat anymore."
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