Sitting here on the Straits of Mackinac (that's northern Michigan, folks) thinking about voting in a second primary in the same political season (is that a record of some sort?)
Well, not if you're from Chicago, har har har. Old joke, sorry.
I don't see any other way to resolve the Florida/Michigan mess than by holding another primary, closer to the time you were "supposed" to. (And I also don't quite get why some states were allowed to move theirs up and not others. A little enlightenment here please?)
I know Hillary has another idea, but if the MI/FL delegates are counted as hers, my annoyingly (to Barbara and I'm sure others) inconsistent defense of Hillary will boil down to a reduction of pure rage.
What a way to run a party, indeed. But the Repubs have their own version of same, and look what they have left when it's all over. At least we'll have -- Barack. Or yeah, Hillary.
Dream ticket ahead.
But was not Mitt Romney's convoluted I'm-bowing-out-so-the- terrorists-can't-win speech worthy of -- oh gosh, take your pick. An Oscar for the acting, a raspberry for the idiocy, a pretzel for the twists, a pie in the face for the self-serving smarminess . . .
Which leaves us with -- the stoat, aka, the ermine. The weasel who changes colors with the seasons, aka McCain. Okay, and Huckabee. I saw him on Colbert last night and he's sort of a hoot, even if his world-view is that of a jovial medieval friar.
But it's going to be McCain. No taxes, huge wars, and a supreme court modeled on Scalia and Thomas. Those who are traumatized by an unwanted pregnancy will have no say in the matter, and those who want to get married and raise those unwanted babies will be told they're not fit --if they happen to love someone of their own gender. What's not to like? Oh yeah, and don't forget, illegal aliens running amok and Anne Coulter and Rush Limbaugh fulminating like the toxic gas bags they are. A perfect candidate.
And our own Gov. Twinky Pawlenty has a huge shot at VP. He hitched his star to the Straight Talk Express early on, stayed on board as the wheels fell off (and the bridge fell down) and now hosts the convention in his own capitol city.
Yep, the stoat and the shoat. An old weasel and a young pig. A dream ticket. And what's scary is that Americans just might go for it.