Understandable that this would be said of Chris Coons: after all, look at that happy grin!  That marvelous posture!  That glossy coat… pelt… erm, skin!  Admittedly, this isn’t the best example of the breed in the smarts department – Coons admitted to being a Marxist in his more hirsute days, and we all know that Marxism is intellectualism for stupid people – but smarts aren’t everything.  Particularly when it comes to Democratic Senators: after all, when Carly Fiorina gets done with Senator Ma’am there’s going to be a vacancy anyway.  Assuming he survives his own general election, I’m sure that Coons will be a good boy, yes he will, yes he will!

Heck, I bet he’s even housebroken.

What’s that?  I’m being cruel, vicious, and mean by treating Chris Coons as a dog, not a human being?  I am showing my utter contempt for the formerly bearded Marxist?  I am treating Coons like some sort of… pet?

Tell it to Harry Reid.

“I’m going to be very honest with you — Chris Coons, everybody knows him in the Democratic caucus. He’s my pet. He’s my favorite candidate,” Reid said.

Well, maybe there should be an ellipsis and a start-over to the sentence there…

“I’m glad he’s running. I just think the world of him. He’s my pet.”

No, there probably shouldn’t have been an ellipsis and a start-over to the sentence there.

Via Ace of Spades (Conclusion: “Beta-male”) and Hot Air (Conclusion: “Martha Coakley“).  For myself, I’m reminded of a song:

Of course, that assumes that we have to worry about Harry Reid’s opinion once Sharron Angle is done with him.

Moe Lane

PS: I swear, the Good Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, small children, the United States of America, and the Republican party. Christine O’Donnell for Senate. Homo sapiens sapiens.