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Hillary Never Quits. Good!

What James Wolcott said about, um, what the New York Times editorial said.

Hillary Clinton's ruthless insistence on winning big-state primaries with traditional Democratic voters only hastens and strengthens the case that she drop out of the race and let Barack Obama finish his waffle.

So perfect.

I'm not feeling well today (you can pity me in the comments) PLUS, I got chased by a goat this morning (it almost killed me! More on that later) so I appreciate that little post of his, making me smile. And, it's so true!

Go Hillary!

Morning Zoo Media

This cover of The New Republic is absolutely outrageous. So unacceptable, I want to spit.

Haunting My Dreams

Barack Obama has been haunting my dreams for two years.

All that smiling (read: hopefulness!) was an omen...

But, he never gets that safe open. Another omen maybe?

Obama's White Shadow

I had a dream two nights ago that I was in a meeting with the guy who played the coach on the TV show, The White Shadow, Joe Scarborough and Barack Obama.

Joe Scarborough was not paying attention to our meeting like he should have been because he was doing his TV show from the meeting. He was sitting at the one end of the table, surrounded by a ton of cords. I couldn't hear what the other two were saying, so I kept walking around the table, trying to turn the TV down, so we could concentrate without Joe's booming voice interrupting us every two seconds. I was getting frustrated that that very logical tactic did not seem to be working.

Suddenly, I was walking down a corridor with The White Shadow and I was being very nonchalant as I was trying to convince him to vote for Hillary Clinton. He kept disagreeing with me, saying things like, "I don't really like Hillary Clinton!"

All of a sudden The White Shadow actor turned into Barack Obama. He started walking way ahead of me as I was still trying to convince him of voting for Hillary. He had his suit coat over his left arm and his car keys in his right hand. He was getting aggravated with me, even though I thought I was being quite coy. We got out into the parking lot and he sped up, leaving me in the dust, still trying to convince him. Again. I wasn't even being that pushy!

He got into a huge SUV and sped away. I realized as he sped away that I had been trying to talk Barack Obama into voting for Hillary. Duh! It hadn't really dawned on me before that in the dream. And I thought, Fine. Do what you want. See if I care.

Then, I fell through a chainlink fence. And an old man with a scruffy beard and wearing old clothes just stared at me and didn't even try to help.

The End.

****

Not only am I slow in my dreams, realizing far too late that I was trying to convince Obama to vote for Hillary, I just now realized as I was typing this up the whole White Shadow thing. I've been thinking all week...where in the heck did that come from?!

Was I Obama's white shadow? Is Hillary? What does that mean?

For other crazy blog dreamers, go read Kathleen's. You don't want to miss it. I've give you a hint: It stars Hillary and Cheerios.

Just What Is She Up to Now?!

What she said.

Will It Work?

(Hillary Clinton) gets to fight on until Pennsylvania, probably, and if she wins there, she probably can stay in through the convention.

But...then what? She netted something like 10 delegates yesterday, out of 370 in play. There are 611 delegates the rest of the way; if she does as well over the next few months as she did yesterday -- and yesterday was a good day -- she'll gain another 20 delegates. And Obama will go into the convention with a 120 delegate lead, and he'll get the nomination, because the superdelegates won't overturn a lead in the triple digits.

Clinton supporters will point back to Michigan and Florida and say that it's unfair that they don't count, and perhaps it is. But the people they have to convince of that will be the people on the convention's rules committee, and the membership of that committee is set by the campaign with the most pledged delegates. And that will be the Obama campaign. And they will not seat Michigan or Florida if it will affect the outcome.

The only hope for the Clinton campaign is to strike an agreement to hold new primaries in Michigan and Florida.

Is it fair? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, and frankly, it doesn't matter. It's Clinton's only hope of getting those two states to count for her. She'll be able to campaign on the premise that she helped give them a voice, which should resonate in both states. Both states are demographically favorable to her. She may only net 20-30 delegates between the two, instead of the 50 she holds now. But if she could get an agreement to hold the races in, say, early April, and then win those and Pennsylvania, she could get Obama's lead down under 100 delegates and have all the momentum in the world, and possibly a lead in overall votes cast. That would give the superdelegates an affirmative reason to choose Clinton, as well as serious concern that Obama can't win. And Clinton could take the trial balloon she floated today, tell the superdelegates that she'll put Obama on the ticket, and the superdelegates will back a Clinton-Obama unity ticket.

Will it work?

Read the rest of Shaker Jeff Fecke's post here.

On the Line

My phone rang off the hook all morning. Same conversation over and over again.

Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet? Didja vote yet?

Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.

Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?

Keep your britches on. I'm gonna! Keep your britches on. I'm gonna! Keep your britches on. I'm gonna! Keep your britches on. I'm gonna! Keep your britches on. I'm gonna! Keep your britches on. I'm gonna!

My sister was the last one to call. And after we talked for awhile, she said, "Ok, I'm here. Gotta go vote for my girl! I'll call you later."

So, after I met a deadline a few hours ago, I got my votin' britches on and headed to City Hall. Way more volunteers than usual. Saw lots of people I normally see at the hair salon and the bank and Walgreens. Saw a lady that owns a framing store in town. Also saw a man who bags groceries at Heinen's. Saw our good friends' son who's home from Michigan State for spring break.

We stood there for awhile and talked about his organic chemistry class and how tough it is. I told him I aced organic chemisty in college and he'll do fine. Then I had to punch The Skimmer because he made a wise crack. And then I saw a Republican out of the corner of my left eye and almost punched him just for general principles. But then I remembered where I lived and if I was going to punch every Republican for general principles, my arm would get really, really, really, really tired.

We talked about the economy in Michigan and Ohio. We talked about NAFTA. We talked about the debates and the media, and how disappointed we all were that they never gave Edwards a chance. We all thought that if Obama gets the nomination, he should choose Edwards as his running mate.

City Hall was buzzing with activity. The elderly lady volunteer who had me sign my name in the big spiral bound book called me, "Honey." I love to vote. I love everything about it.

One of my phone conversations from this morning included more than what I wrote above. I talked to my good Republican friend who said he had a lot of friends who re-registered as Democrats so they could go vote for Hillary Clinton today.

"Why? Talk to me."

"Two reasons. One, the media hasn't vetted Obama yet. They've given him a free ride so far. The longer Hillary stays in, the more we'll learn about him. Two. If worse comes to worse and a Democrat becomes president, we want Hillary. Some people say Obama may as well be Dennis Kucinich."

"Oh, shut up."

"It's true!"

"Do you want me to punch you?"

When the elderly lady volunteer gave me my paper ballot, I went into the voting booth. I took my time to make sure I filled in the oval to the left of Hillary Clinton's name perfectly. And I was proud to do it. Can't imagine my Republican friend's friends felt the same pride I did when they did the same thing today.

My phone just rang again. It was a pre-recorded message from Barack Obama telling me to vote and that every vote makes a difference.

I really hope mine does, Barack Obama! I really hope it does.

The Crusty Old Pop-Top

If by some grim jest of fate John McCain is elected president (I picture David Brooks, Chris Matthews, Mike Barnicle, and rawhide Don Imus getting all misty-eyed and sentimental at the inauguration, like a Lonesome Dove cast reunion), perhaps the rest of us should form concentric circles around the White House and wait for McCain's pop-top crust to blow. Unfortunately, once his temper blows, it may be nuclear clouds that spume...

Conjures up an image, don't it? That Wolcott. Read Wolcott's entire post here. Some good readin' about McCain for all you liberal heathens.

And if any of you are contemplating voting for McCain (and I know who you are!) just look at this picture right now. Click here! Just look! People can be forgiven for a lot, but that? Pshaw!

We Can Be Real Cards

I'm pulling for Hillary.  Blue Kid's pulling for Obama.  The Skimmer is undecided.  And confused.

And older! 

Yesterday was his birthday and he received two special cards from me and BK last night.
Hillary_2 Hillary_2_2 Obama Obama_2 Poor Skimmer.  Can't win for losing.

Related:  Dennis Perrin gets the chills.

Keep It Up, Kid!

Christmas Day brunch is a tradition at this heathen liberal house and this last Christmas morning I was mixing up yet another pitcher of Mimosas. Everyone was in the kitchen with me, hovering like they do, when my mother-in-law started talking about her good friend, who is the mother of Joe Letteri. Joe Letteri, for all you non-Lord of the Rings' fans, is a visual effects guy who has won lots of awards, including a few Oscars. My mother-in-law was saying that her friend never knows where her son is or what he's working on.

Typical son, never calling his mother with daily updates like he should!

I said to her, "You know, I understand that it doesn't make one bit of difference that he's been so successful to his mom. Win or lose, he's her son. I'm sure all of that makes her proud and really happy for him, but it's not like kids have to reach that level for their mothers to think highly of them. But, just think about it for a second. He's won three Oscars! When she thinks about that, she has to be beside herself with pride! She probably thinks, No one's got nothin' on my boy!"

My mother-in-law said, "She is proud of him. But those things don't matter so much to her."

I said, "Admit it, D, you'd love The Skimmer a lot more if he ever won an Oscar!"

And everyone laughed the way people do when they're working on their third Mimosa before noon.

Over the last few weeks, The Skimmer, Blue Kid and I have watched all three Bourne movies. We were a little unconventional about it. We watched the third one first, then the second and the first one last on Saturday night. We have a new saying in the Blue Mansion, which is...

I'm telling you right now, you don't want to mess with Jason Bourne! You'll be sorry!

I'm usually not a shoot-'em-up, karate chop, a-thousand-car-chases-ending-in-a-thousand-car-crashes-through-the-city kind of movie fan. But, I loved all the Bourne movies.

When he took on every single bad guy in Prague and took them out, then scaled the outside of a tall building to get away yet again, I said, "Can you imagine being Matt Damon's dad? Oh my God! He probably cannot stand it! He's probably like, Yeah, that's my kid and you don't want to mess with him!"

Blue Kid said, "Mom! He loves him no matter what. You're being shallow."

"I understand the concept, Blue Kid, and you're right. I'll bet Matt Damon's dad loved him long before he became Jason Bourne who can kill anyone at any given moment! Hi-ya! All parents are proud. I could go upstairs this very instant and write a whole post about how, at 15 1/2, you are finally brushing your teeth all on your very own without me harping on you about it. Could a mother possibly ask for more? I say no."

He rolled his eyes and shushed me, not quite appreciating the depths of my love and maternal pride.

When Eli Manning lobbed that pass to Plaxico Burress at the end of the Superbowl, scoring the winning touchdown, the camera went to Peyton Manning in his private suite. He jumped up, arms in the air, smiling from ear to ear. Sheer joy.

After I yelled, "Yaayyyyyyyyy! Yippee-Yi-Yo!" I said to The Skimmer, "Can you imagine being Peyton and Eli Manning's parents? My God! It would be too much to take!"

"Is that your new thing, blue girl? That's all you ever say lately."

"I know! But, I can't help it! I can't imagine the pride they feel! It would be unbelievable."

This morning I clicked over to Shakesville and read yesterday's Quote of the Day:

Hillary Clinton, speaking to supporters late SuperTuesday: "I want to thank all my friends and family—particularly my mother, who was born before women could vote and is watching her daughter on this stage tonight."

Melissa ended her post:

Emphasis mine.

Blub.

Blub is right!

(Tough liberal women sharing a blub moment. Someone alert the media.)

I cannot imagine the pride Hillary's mother feels right now. Probably some anger, too. After all, lots of bad guys are going after Hillary every chance they get. And when they're not going after her, they don't talk about her at all. Last night, her name was hardly even mentioned while I was watching MSNBC, compared to how many times Obama's was. They seem to be covering her now the way they covered Edwards.

But, she's putting up a tough fight. She's the only candidate who I think's got the fight in her that's needed to battle everything that's going to need battled, both in the general election and as president. And the only one who, I believe, will come up on the winning side far more often than the losing one. I think she's one tough cookie.

I imagine Hillary's mother's been watching everything's that been going on, seeing her not backing down, holding her own, getting everything thrown at her and still coming out ahead and thinking... Yeah, that's my kid and you don't want to mess with her!

And I see the same things and feel the same pride and those are the reasons I support Hillary and will vote for her in the Ohio primary March 4.

I'm telling you right now, you don't want to mess with Hillary Clinton! You'll be sorry!

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