N. H. Hangover

So the polls were a little off to say the least. HRC had a huge comeback last night that no one saw coming. The media and all of the punditocracy had virtually handed Obama the nomination. Ah, but the raging disappointment was all cued up and ready to go for Obama supporters. We just didn't know it. Another round of whiplash ensued. It's pretty frustrating.

Now it's a race, they say. They say it like they mean it, and like it's a good thing for the party and the country. (And they say it with the same conviction they brought to bear on Obama's poll numbers, BTW.) While I think that the Democratic party has given us a pretty good slate of candidates for a change (pun intended), I cannot get to the place that many others have gotten to: namely that HRC needs to be part of this conversation. I just can't get behind her.

It's certainly not because she's a woman. Hillary's gender has nothing to do with my dislike of her, just as Obama's race has nothing to do with me liking him. As I've mentioned, the politics of most of my adult life have been defined by Bush, Clinton, Bush, and I can't stomach another round in the pointless cycle of gridlock politics. It will be like the future is not happening.

And BTW, who is most excited about HRC's comeback win? The Repubs, of course. The Dems (and Independents) of New Hampshire have given the Repubs hope that they won't have to run against Obama. And make no mistake: they want to run against HRC. They're just salivating at the prospect. She can - and will - motivate the right (wing-nuts) to vote in the general election for whichever substandard candidate that Repubs choke up in their nauseating primary season. The polls may have gotten it wrong, but you can take this idea to the bank. Speaking of the bank - if I had enough money in it, I'd be sending money to Obama's campaign right now.

Okay. That's enough that.