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Nov. 7th, 2008 01:05 am
prunesquallor: (2008 presidential election)

Very pleased North Carolina's finally confirmed to have flipped blue in the Presidential election. It would have been very humiliating to have our northern mountain of conceit show up this vale of humility! Combined with the Democratic victory in Indiana, there's now an aesthetically pleasing contiguous sea of blue in the Northeast which only ends on South Carolina's northern border.

I was also interested to learn that Obama may have also won Nebraska's second Congressional district. It's obviously of no actual importance, but it would be cool to finally have that odd proviso of Nebraskan electoral law kick in. Plus it would get Obama's EV total up to exactly 365, the number of years Enoch walked with God before he was taken up. I'm sure the Christian Right could use that little factoid to help them somehow discover that Obama is the Antichrist. And if the extra EV doesn't pan out, no worries: they'll find some other way of discovering it. . .

Oh wait, actually they already have. Never mind.

(Incidentally, this will be my last post on the election, which means I finally get to retire this icon, thank God.)

. . . in Dixville Notch, that is. The New Hampshire hamlet always votes first just after midnight EST and is usually reliably Republican. Not tonight.

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Sep. 29th, 2008 11:15 pm
prunesquallor: (2008 presidential election)
"I make them [decisions] quickly as I can, quicker than the other fellow if I can. Often my haste is a mistake but I live with the consequences without complaint."

                                                   -- John McCain, Worth Fighting For.

A few weeks ago during the Republican convention Jon Stewart had a bit on The Daily Show where he compared Senators Fred Thompson and Joe Lieberman to, respectively, Foghorn Leghorn and Droopy Dog. The latter's an old trope with Stewart, but I believe the former was a new association, and it turns out it's more accurate than Stewart's writers probably knew. Leghorn was originally a cartoon parody of Beauregard Claghorn, a popular radio character in the forties who was a caricature of a (generic) Southern Senator. So, huh: a Southern Senator sounds like a Southern Senator. Will wonders never cease?

I first learned about Claghorn from a throwaway reference in Caro's Master of the Senate, and ever since I've had a mild interest in seeing 'his' theatrical movie, It's A Joke, Son (1947), even though I'm sure qualitatively it's down on the level of a Ma and Pa Kettle flick. "Ontological certaintude of 10!" as John McLaughlin used to intone.

Big news here in North Carolina: our most infamous citizen has died.

Well, de mortuis nil nisi bonum, but in this case that adage is hard to follow. Jesse Helms was truly one of the most contemptible men ever to hold a U.S. Senate seat, and there is some serious competition for that dishonor (Calhoun . . . McCarthy . . . Bilbo . . . Conkling . . . and the list could go on and on). Jesse was so toxic that even David Broder, Washington D.C.'s maven of mindless moderation, saw fit to write this about the man when he decided to retire. It's a good piece to read today, when I'm sure he's going to be massively sanitized by the media in their eulogies.

I'm reminded of eleven years ago today when a very different kind of North Carolinian also died. Apparently prominent Tarheels, like Founding Fathers, have an affinity for passing away on Independence Day.

Well, my prognastication has been pretty off this year - I predicted the Democratic nomination would all be wrapped up this past Tuesday night - but nonetheless, somehow I now feel superduperconfident in flexing some new Nostadamus-fu: this coming January, America will inaugurate a Senator as our Emperor for the first time in nearly fifty years! You heard it here first!

Unfortunately, this will only encourage the other members of the self-declared "world's greatest deliberative body" -- actually the world's greatest collection of hideously self-important and massively logorrheic idiots. "That's a joke son! Now pay attention boy!"


Earlier this evening I sat down and composed a long blog post as a requiem on the HRC campaign. It ended with an "And I for one welcome our new overlord Barack Obama" proclamation.

Boy do I feel foolish now.

You have to give it to the Clintons: they can take abuse, humiliation, and setbacks that would make your average human being curl up in a fetal ball. But they just absorb it and keep on keeping on. If a grand piano fell on HRC she would just stagger out from under the wreckage and start soliciting the ambulance crew's support. Well, they're the Comeback Couple now.

We'll see how it goes from here.

As a sort of followup to my earlier link to a HRC profile, here's a Rudy Giuliani profile. (Note to self: learn to spell his last name!)