“The worst thing I have going for me is my own party’s incumbent president, and the best thing I have going for me is the brain trust driving the clown car that is the Democratic party nominating process over a cliff…”
… I sat under a checkout counter for about 40 minutes, ate the entire jar of peanut butter, and hissed at anybody that came near me. But it was probably really all just stress.
The Democratic primary remains very much in doubt, seemingly teetering on the brink of a knock-down, drag-out brawl.
I reminded him that if I couldn’t respect people of differing viewpoints, I couldn’t stay married to his mother. He said he figured it was because I was cheap, and didn’t want to give up half of what I own.
…what happened just now, on Super Tuesday?
I sat mesmerized as I watched Caroline and Ted Kennedy symbolically pass the torch of Camelot and all it represents to the loyal opposition, Barak Obama, the other day.