Scene:  Round Hill, Greenwich.  Sipping gin and tonics in the solarium.

“Muffy?”

“Yes, Chad?”

“That Joe Lieberman, he’s Jewish, isn’t he?”

“Why do you ask, Chad?”

“Well, he doesn’t wear one of those funny black hats.”

“He’s the new breed, Chad.  Trying to be more like a real person.”

“But he’s a Democrat, Muffy.”

“True, Chad, but he’s not one of those crazy radical Democrats.”

“Like that Osama?”

“It’s Obama, Chad.  You know that, you wag!”

“Ha, ha.  I’ll always enjoy that one, Muff.”

“So why did we elect that Lieberman fellow?”

“Because we’re enlightened, Chad.  We’re compassionate toward others.”

“Oh yes. Noblesse oblige and all that.”

“Can you freshen this a bit, Muffy?”

“And he certainly won’t tolerate that Hillary woman. Chad.”

“Well, she has no self-respect at all.  Another lime wedge, please, dear.”

“Considering that she’s married to that animal, what would you expect?”

“Can you imagine if they move here instead of Chappaqua? Heh, heh, heh.”

“Can you imagine trying to get a tee time at Winged Foot!”

“I gather that Lieberman fellow doesn’t care much for those radical Democrats.”

“Well, I should hope not, Chad.  He’s our Senator, not some rabble rouser from New York!”

“Still, one has to wonder since he calls himself a Democrat.”

“Oh, Chad! Don’t be silly. He may call himself a Democrat, but he’s from Connecticut.  You goose, you.”

“So who are we voting for, Muffy?”

“This Hucklebee fellow seems quite appropriate, Chad.”

“No, no. The name simply won’t do.  Can you imagine how the fun they’ll have London over that?”

“Well then, I would guess that we should vote for this Arizona fellow, McCain.”

“But Muffy, he’s the person Lieberman supports.  And hat or no hat, he is a Jew.”

“Oh Chad, finish up that cocktail.  We’re having dinner at the club with the Joneses.”

“You know, Muffy, America has come a long way politically.  And I, for one, feel damn good about it.”

“Oh, me too, Chad.  Me too.”