The Presidential candidates are beginning to look like relatives who came for the holidays and stayed too long.
At first it was just going to be the kids--Hillary, Barack, Rudy with his newest wife, and John, if he wasn't on one of his trips to Iraq. But then all kinds of kin you invite but don't expect to come started showing up.
Nephew Mitt drove up with a dog on the car roof, told all kinds of stories about where he'd been and got into a beef with Rudy about the people who were doing the yard work.
Great-uncle Fred arrived late and went up to the guest room for a long nap.
Cousin Mike came in from the cold and started eating everybody's lunch.
After Barack got reclusive Aunt Oprah to show up for appetizers, Hillary called Chelsea and her mother, and the old homestead started filling up like the Marx brothers' stateroom.
Somewhere in the attic, Ron Paul is checking his e-mail on a laptop, and who knows what all those distant relatives are yakking about in the basement?
It's great to have a big family, but how long are they all going to hang around?
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you forgot Kucinich in the backyard with the telescope smoking a joint.
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