My mother bought it and it lives in my memory like an evil dream. It was lemon yellow and made of polyester that would not die. It was a leisure suit for boys and it could not be destroyed. 
At last I outgrew it, but it could have lasted forever looking just as lemony with orange glowing buttons. It lives still in my memory, but I may recover with some fashion therapy. What it could do was throw off little pills of itself. . . each an indestructible piece of itself that could not be detached from the whole without destroying it. But if you did cut it off carefully with a clever tool that K-Tel would sell you on late night television, the pill would glow on its own in the waste can. You can be sure that all the leisure suit pills in the world still exist buried out of sight in the dumps of the world.
It is a frightening thought.
It has become fashionable on the blog-o-sphere to call Mr. Ned Lamont, slayer of Jewish Senators, an empty suit of clothes.
And there is some virtue in it, for Ned Lamont is an empty suit filled with the hot air blown his way by Michael Moore, the Daily Kos, and whatever leftist tripe he still remembers from college days. His thoughts are not just undigested, for he seems to lack the internal mental organs needed to digest thought, but almost random. If his wine-and-cheese crowd friends suddenly supported the War, Ned Lamont would support it with a change so intellectually effortless that it would be nearly impossible to notice it.
That is not what is interesting about Ned Lamont since Ted Kennedy has spent a lifetime without thinking for himself the scion of a rich family who pretends to have made it on his own. Half the Democrat Senate consists of rich white men who are sorry for being rich, white, and male in a superior self-satisfied way.
No instead what is frightening about Lamont is his potential staying power. His naive views are ugly, in a world where anti-Semites run nations they are even dangerous, but come packaged in a sunny exterior that appears capable of discharging little mental pills into our political system for decades.
He is young and has the rich kid health and confidence that means he can go forever. Send Lamont to the Senate this time and we may see him there for the rest of our lives. . . slowly evolving into the Teddy Kennedy of the twenty-first century.
He is Leisure Suit Lamont and he may live forever in the Senate.
Below is one pill discharged from the leisure suit mind of Ned Lamont. . . with my comments in italics. Long after his Michael Moore/Daily Kos creed will have been utterly out grown by the body politic, he will go on glowing in the Senate discharging his fuzzy warm wisdom to us.
(more at Middlebrow…)