tuesday nite smackdown

Things have come to a pretty pass,
Our romance is growing flat,
For you like this and the other
While I go for this and that.
Goodness knows what the end will be;
Oh, I don't know where I'm at...
It looks as if we two will never be one,
Something must be done.

The Democratic primary race is beginning to resemble tit-for-tat politics. Progress versus speeches. Words versus actions. Delegates vesus superdelegates. Primary versus causus. Wisconsin verus Ohio vesus Texas versus exiled Michigan and Florida.

Daily poll numbers are bandied about as though they truly hold meaning in the outcome. Why vote your conscience when you can be part of the trend? It could come down to a WWF-like convention. Lot's of flash with the outcome pre-ordained and the crowd going crazy with mock hysteria. Except that mock hysteria often feeds into real hysteria. Will Hillary find herself trapped in a box of her own making? Stay tuned.


You say eether and I say eyether,
You say neether and I say nyther;
Eether, eyether, neether, nyther,
Let's call the whole thing off!

Lyrics from: Let's Call the Whole Thing Off, George and Ira Gershin, 1937.