I love it when a plan comes together.

Yes, indeed, firedoggies!  There's going to be a Big Bad Bus Tour with the Had Enough? gang in Connecticut the week before the elections.  Rickie Lee Jones, Tommy Yum, Ken Mosher, and now, me.

You know, one time back in 1972, Truman Capote went on the road with the Rolling Stones.  He had a great time, according to everyone who remembers anything about it, but he didn't ever write a word about his trip.  

I will not be guilty of this crime.

Yes, the TRex Virtual USO Tour (which continues tomorrow night with a profile of the David Roth [CA-45] campaign!) will be going live November 1st when we make the leap from the virtual to real live rock and roll!  I'm so excited I can barely stand it.  We'll be barnstorming the Land of Steady Habits by day and I'll be bringing you commentary, music, photos and video each night.  Then on Sunday, I will be flying down to Washington, DC to join the Ladies of the Lake on ELECTION NIGHT in our nation's capital!  WHOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!!

And to celebrate, I've written a little song:

Time to Go, Joe

(To the tune of "Hit the Road Jack")

(Time to go, Joe.
Don't darken my door,
No more, no more, no more, no more.
Time to go, Joe.
Don't darken my door, no more.)

Wait a minute, wait a minute
Don't treat me so mean.
You're the meanest Democrats I ever seen.
But I guess if you say so,
I'll have to pack it in and go.

(That's right!
Time to go, Joe…)

Now, people, listen, people
don't treat me this way.
I swear I'll act like a Democrat one day.

(Don't care if you do, cos it's understood,
You take Republican money
and you just ain't no good.)

Well, if you feel that way,
I guess there's nothing I can say.

(That's right!
Time to go, Joe…)

I sent the lyrics to Tommy Yum.  Maybe, just maaaaaaybe we'll get to see it performed during the Big Bad Bus Tour.

I'm so excited!  I can't wait to see all my friends from the primary and to see how things are going at Lamont HQ in Meriden! 

Okay, okay.  Deep breaths.  That's the problem with being 60ft. tall.  When you start jumping up and down with excitement, you tend to do some damage to the ceiling.   Oh, my head!  (Ooops, Ned TFK, it that a little bit of plaster floating in your bowl?  Here, let me get that out of there.  It can't be good for you.)

So, you may have guessed what happens next.  Given my meager public radio salary and the anticipated expense of the endeavor, you will find a PayPal button at the bottom of this post.  I know you guys have been incredibly generous lately, donating money to great candidates and great causes like the FDL book project, but if we haven't completely tapped you out, the FDL family is asking for your help one more time.  We don't want any of you to go without pet food or electricity, lord knows, but if you can spare us a bit of the old filthy lucre, please contribute.  It's going to send me to CT and then on to DC, where the girls and I will be doing our best to storm the barricades and get me on CNN.  (Oh, please, please, please…)

It's our next step in my Evil Plan to infiltrate the pundit-class.  Don't you want to see me stomp on Imus's cowboy hat?  Body-slam Rush Limbaugh?  Breathe fire on Bill O'Reilly?  I thought you did.  I know I'm rarin' for some of that action.  Put me on TV!!!  I'm ONLY DOING THIS FOR ATTENTION, after all, so dig deep.  Give til it hurts.

Ooooh, I can't wait to get to Lamont HQ in Meriden again!  COOKIES!!  And all my friends, Juliet and Eric and Tim and Tom and-! and-!

Okay, right, deep breaths.  I'm starting to hyperventilate again.  Pardon me while I breathe into a giant paper bag. 

In, out.  In, out.

Talk amongst yourselves, please.  Here, I'll choose a topic.  Uh…the Moral Majority.  Neither moral, nor the majority.  Discuss…

(And hit that button!)

Thank you and good night!