In case you aren’t caught up on this story, here’s what happened: Reporter Scott Powers, trying to take notes on a chat between Vice President Biden and Sen. Bill Nelson at the home of Alan Ginsburg during a fundraiser on Wednesday, was made to wait in a “storage room” or “closet” for several hours. Biden has now apologized. The reporter involved insists that, contrary to what Drudge Report said, he was not kidnapped and stuffed in a closet by Vice President Biden, who surely has more important things to do, things involving covering the nation in light rail and telling people “no dates until you’re 30!” And, I guess, governing. The space was cramped and full of junk, but it wasn’t a closet, Powers insisted Sunday night. Sure, it walked like a closet and quacked like a closet, but it had windows, which most crazy closet-duck hybrids lack!
Whatever you think about the size of this story, I think it needs to be said in verse.
Wednesday in the morning and the rays from the sun wake me
I’m stretching and walking to a house that don’t belong to me
It belongs to Alan Ginsburg (the rich guy and not the poet)
And when I walk in they say, “Hey, buster, don’t you know it
Isn’t right for you to talk to people up in here?
Just hop into this storage space and don’t you try to come near.”
They stretched their hands in front of me
Said, “You can’t go this way!”
Looked at them like they was crazy
Said, “Please move out my way!”
I said, “I got a paper at home.”
They said “Please don’t go out there!”
“Listen, I’ve got an editor to please.”
They said the party was coming up the stairs
“Quiet, hurry up and get in the closet!”
They said, “Don’t you make a sound or some storage is going down.”
I said, “Why can’t I just sit out there with you?”
“Yes, except for one thing, no one talks to guests!”
Think, think… “Quick, put me in the closet!”
And now I’m in this windowed closet trying to figure out
Just how I’m gonna get my crazy act out this house
And I text a picture to my editor and he blogs about it
And then the Drudge Report gets in the act to shout it
And Biden walks in and yells “I’m home!”
I says, “Honey I’m in the room.”
Then this goes on for twenty-one more parts and there are midgets and it turns out that Joe Biden was the traffic cop all along.