There is a bizarre irony involved for members of the clean-up crew, tracing the long street and avenue routes after a parade featuring elephants. Oddly enough, crew members find themselves shoveling the same material from the back of the parade route as the GOP politicians were shoveling onto the crowds, up front.
Figuratively, figuratively. At least, one hopes that is the case. So, please bear with us while we keep sweeping up around here, trying to get all this... this... stuff off the streets and off our agendas.
Consider the plight of Romney campaign staff, heading home, exhausted, burnt to a crisp, right after Mitt's concession speech -- and discovering your campaign-paid credit card had been immediately shut off, leaving you reclining in a cab with a declined tab.
Another classy move from a real class act, one might say -- providing one wasn't too concerned about not kicking somebody when they're down, as it's usually said. Of course, how down could Romney possibly be -- surrounded by family and a choice of nice mansions, tall millions, and no need to ever again even appear to be sort-of working?
(Mitt, you can always run the car elevator, up and down, for a while -- or go visit your money in the Caymans or Switzerland. You know what? Here's the deal: Lay it all the way back with a Monster beverage, some Twizzlers, and a couple Coney Islands or Big Macs -- but don't look at the ingredients, this once. Hey, if you're bored, you could always drop a Mentos factory or two down the smokestacks of some Diet Coke plants...)