LATE UPDATE: OBAMA SWEEP; DELEGATE COUNT TBD
POST SCRIPT: I’m watching election news on the ‘net Sat. eve. as I tidy up the house. I just ran across a piece by Ben Smith at Politico.com about the Louisiana primary that made me laugh. The Obama camp complains of “irregularities” in the voting. No shit. It’s Louisi-fucking-ana, buddy. Where have you been since about forever? Yeah. Right. Return to your regular programming. Nothing to see here, folks. Move along.
I wrote a fairly long piece about my realization that I’ve turned into a confirmed and eccentric batchelor and that I don’t see the arc of my future including another frenzied dating spurt and perhaps not including much dating at all. I’m trying to get my head around that with uncertain results. Anyway, I spiked that draft.
Then, I wrote a rather long piece that looked at the three states having primary or caucus races today for the Dem nomination. I spiked it, too. The short version is that the next seven states — Louisiana, Nebraska and Washington Saturday, Maine Sunday and the “Chesapeake Primary” in Maryland, Virginia and D.C. Tuesday — all appear to be Obama states. The question is the split of delegates: the states that give O less than 60% and/or HRC more than 40% are states that split their delegates more evenly. For every 5% that HRC falls below 40%, O picks up critical increments of delegates. The problem with the analysis is that no one (and I mean literally no one) really knows what that means since no one agrees on how many delegates each candidate can claim. I’ve seen sober claims of splits close and far and the trouble, in part, is the superdelegates and the other part of the problem is the way caucus votes work — O may have “won” a caucus on the precinct level but not do as well or do much better on the District and State levels, depending on local rules. I tried hard to come up with my own delegate estimates, but it’s too difficult and the data just isn’t publicly available without turning the process into a full time job. Until we know how things work out through Tuesday, there’s just no telling about Ohio and Texas, big ticket states and the next two states that vote, both of which look good for HRC.
I spiked that piece too, and if you didn’t fall asleep during the last paragraph, you know why. I made my own eyes glaze over.
The political news cycles have become a sideshow of annoying and irritating quality: was Chelsea “pimped” and do we care?; was HRC’s fundraising cycle news all a stunt?; do you become part of a cult if you back Obama? It’s all just too stupid to really care about, but feel free to get on a few websites and join the flame wars if that appeals to you.
I’ve let Sinatra outdoors in the beautiful weather and I’ve got some windows open this afternoon (Sat) and I put together a little piece in which I talk to the cat about what’s going on in the neighborhood, but it, too, just sort of fell apart and I spiked it, too.
Maybe you’d be interested in just what I’ve been doing on my internet “vacay”, but, I tell you it’s so boring that it’s what sparked off the “I’ll never date again” post I spiked. I watched “Sin City” on DVD and did a little work at the office and I’ve had an allergy attack that’s making me grumpy and I was very pissy at work with the feminista Hillary-backing, chihuahua owning attorney at my office. Not very interesting.
I have a first cousin who just went into rehab in MS and I’m concerned and would like to reach out. My neice in S.C. is struggling with her pregnancy and I’m praying for her and my sister as I read Mary’s blog. I’ve been amused watching Flibbi and MCARP jousting over the precise meaning of “fucking” and “sexual expression”. Sometimes I’m a bowler, sometimes I dance.
Mom dropped by with a gift appropos of nothing: a new pair of shoes. Out of the blue, but another pair of black slip ons with a tassel is exactly what I needed: after all, everyone knows that nothing can pick up your mood like shopping for shoes. She’ll be back Tuesday with my next Christmas gift installment — maid service. It’ll take me all weekend to clean up enough for them to see the house and clean the toilets.
I’m looking forward to KayOh’s FiveOh party on the 26th, but absolutely refuse to believe she’s that age — she’s still 43 and I don’t much care what anyone says. Of course, my stand on the issue allows me to reduce my age by 7 years, making me a mere 48. Or so. Kinda. About. Nevermind.
I’m trying to put together a poker game for next week, maybe that’ll be something worth writing about. Meanwhile, maid service or not, I’ve got to do some dishes and laundry and change the sheets and all that stuff, so catch you on the flip flop.
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