February 4th, 2008

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Personal note; only a fragment of me on deck....

I confess:

All of the Attention in my head that isn't tied up in keeping my body alive and moving through space and time is tangled up in the Super-Tuesday phenomenon. I'm wandering around mumbling to myself -- not fit company for man, woman, child, or beast. I'll try to shake myself loose from this, but I can't promise anything.

These are the kinds of things running through my aging head this morning...

If I were Mitt Romney's wife, married to someone who'd spent one hundred million dollars promoting himself and was still at it, I would be so angry. Maybe that's why he has those dark circles under his eyes...

If I were Giuliani's wife, married to someone who'd spent forty-nine million dollars to get just one delegate, I would be so angry. Buying a motorcycle is one thing; spending forty-nine million dollars for a delegate is quite another...

If Hillary Clinton doesn't get some rest fast, she is going to fall down. Any minute. Somebody please make her lie down a while right now, so that won't happen....

If the governor of California would think back a bit, he'd remember that the last time he ignored what his wife was saying he ended up having to admit that he should have listened to her...

If it were tomorrow, I could go vote!

Stuff like that, you perceive....

If I were a moderator, I'd throw me out of here.