Nice start, Senator Brown: you say that if anybody's out there watching, your daughters are both available--ha ha! what a laugh riot and how unusual for a father to say such a thing, you wag--and then you apologize, NOT because you've given the distinct impression that you are eagerly auctioning off your female offspring, but because one of your daughters is actually "taken" as you so subtly proved by holding up her hand and showing that she has a ring on her finger?

It was like the blonde had just been named middleweight champ.

It was shudderingly weird, Senator.

You'll have guessed by now that I wasn't thrilled by what I saw as I watched Scotty B. take hold of the Senate seat. This man seemed happier to be on a stage with an ex-football player who now has a rockband than he did to win the election, and this makes me sad; it makes me sad that he seems happier to be the owner of a truck than the possessor of an actual political platform or philosophy ("We Can Do Better" is not a philosophy); and it makes me sad that he's sort of Sarah Palinish in his presentation, "off-script" banter, and faux-folksyness. ("I got me a TRUCK! I'm a-willin' to take my TRUCK to Washington, D.C.!")