I'm settin' here, biting my friggin' nails off, as to whose gonna win this thing. Geez-louise, gotta wait to late tonight to find out.
On the R side, we got all the smarty-pants pundits predicting a Pombo landslide. Oh wells, they are probably right, though it sure would be sumthin if that old geezer Pete was able to beat Mr. "I am one ethical sunofabitch" Pombo. It would prove that sometimes things go right in this crazy world and that maybe there is a God after all.
But nah, I sure ain't expectin nuttin like dat.
(Why I am talking like Rocky here? Maybe because I just spent a week back on the east coast. Anyways, to continue this here exposition.)
On the D side, we sure have a rock-em, sock-em match going on. After all those blog postings and rhetoric and whatnot about the race, from Rocky, Ricky, Anonymous 1, 2, 3, and 4, not to mention 2 cents and the Inner Circle -- hey, let's face it, there's a lot ridin' on this one. Feels like the clash of civilizations, 'cept it ain't no computer game. This here's the real world, and whoever the winner of this is, he's got his work cut out for him and a major uphill, "climbing Everest"-type challenge.
So I think the best thing, apres the primary, is to go drink margaritas with the loser and say "youse still a champ in my book" -- you know, soothe the weary and all that. But next step, whether youse are Ricky, Rocky, Anon, or the Inner Circle -- we got to go to bat for the winner, even if it is Steve Filson. Now, I ain't saying I prefer one over the other, but you can read what youse want into that last statement.
Bottom line in all this -- get your arses out their and vote, 'cept if you favor Pombo, then just stay home. He's got enough votes, he don't need yours.
Here's to Democracy!! See you all at the victory parties.