The conservative neighbor of a conservative friend whipped up a cute little sign a few months ago: I’d rather go hunting with Dick Cheny than driving with Ted Kennedy.

I am so very, very tempted to whip up a sign of my own and stick it on both of their lawns, one that says: I’d rather let my daughter drive with Ted Kennedy than my son work for Mark Foley. But I won’t, because that would be cheap and petty.

However, if someone wanted to put that on a t-shirt, I’d probably buy one. Or two. And mail them off, along with a couple of slices of good ol’ schadenfreude pie.