So, you tell all your friends, “Friends, Barack’s gonna treat a little guy like me just like the big guy. He’s gonna tell me about his VP at the same, exact moment!” Except the Big Guy finds out first. And during your weekend at the beach, your friends are ragging on you about your txt messaging pal. You suffer over some boring VP choice of some old white guy from a state you never heard of (and you’re from Maryland).

It could have been different. You could have found out first and it could have been Bill Ayers or someone with the last name of “X.” It could have been so good.

Now on election day you get a reminder. A reminder that the little guy is of little importance. So do you stop having sex to go vote? Hell no.

Personally, I think Sen. Obama should’ve chose Bob Barr. If McCain can (potentially) choose Joe Lieberman, why not Bob Barr as a Unity choice for Big O? Besides, Barr opposed the Iraq war in a speech he gave to a rotary club somewhere. And if he can’t bring twelve states, he can at least bring twelve votes. He’s a Southerner, to boot.

Of course, he’d have to put his own dreams on hold. But imagine the media frenzy! And the reaching out…