Harold Meyerson asks us to imagine John McCain getting a 3AM phone call about an al-Qaeda bombing somewhere in the world:
McCain takes a deep breath. "Character counts, my friend," he says. "Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb Iran."
There is a rustling of blankets, and, brushing aside Cindy McCain, a concerned Joe Lieberman rises from the bed. "Not Iran, Mr. President," he says. "They hate al-Qaeda."
"That's right," the president says. "I remember now." He sighs with relief. "Good thing you're here every night, Joe."
It's a disturbing image but, as Harold says, not nearly as disturbing as the idea of a President who we have to hope listens to Joe Lieberman.