"She has now invited me for dinner under the stars. Is it a plan to kidnap me and dump my body in the park? Will Sid Blumenthal be there with an icepick? Will I be taken to meet her in a private plane that crashes? Will my naked body be found in a Department of Commerce office? No, I don't think so. I think she is really going for my support in 2012. If I go, I have so many uncomfortable questions for her. What do you think?"
Doug my FRiend, I think she's going to serve up a superb gourmet finner of prime rib, oysters Rockefeller (not Jay), ply you with liquor, offer you fine cigars, and then when you begin to realize that your vision is getting a little blurry? Suddenly she's right in your face saying...
"C'mon Doug, you know you want it Big Boy!"
