I’ve already told you about coming into Exeter a good hour ahead of schedule, and still seeing a horde of people already lined up around the block, waiting for Amy to show up at the Old Town Hall. I didn’t mention the freezing drizzle, but there was that too. Gotta love New Hampshire in February.
I’ve checked out the press arrangements ahead of time. This event does have some nice perks (more…)
When we roll into Exeter, N.H. a good hour ahead of schedule, there’s already people lined up around the block waiting for Amy to show up at the Old Town Hall.
Now Exeter is a fine town, home to Phillips Exeter Academy, a marvelous downtown, and some truly friendly people. But one thing Exeter is not known for is its parking. Another is the capacity of its meeting venues. Neither is in copious supply.
We keep driving. I need some space (more…)
I was subtle and polite, but some of you are too damned lazy to read fifteen hundred words of well-reasoned prose. Here’s the pre-chewed version. Read it and weep.
Eight candidates. One clear leader – Sanders – but The Party doesn’t like him. No single candidate with a decent chance to take him down in the primary.
And so they present you with the illusion of choice: (more…)
The ninth debate is over, and Bloomberg won.
I don’t mean he (more…)
People are deliberately inducing anxiety in you in order to manipulate your decisions. You’re already aware of this, at least subconsciously; consider:
How many coffee sizes are there?
If you answered three — either small, medium, and large or tall, grande, and venti depending on where you get your caffeine — then (more…)
NOTE: The following transcription has been heavily edited to reduce profanity. Nevertheless, reader discretion is advised.
The cesspit that is modern politics has surpassed itself.
Scene: It’s the middle of the night and I just now finished fixing my writeup on Sanders and Yang after a couple of hours of desperately needed sleep. Some of that was not fit to read; glad I got to it. Sleeplessness and politics should never mix; this is how we got Eagleton in ’72, after all. I’m just about to go back to bed when (more…)
It’s easy to forget, but there’s a big chunk of New Hampshire that exists cheek-by-jowl with Vermonters that live on opposite sides of the Connecticut River valley. It’s a demographic the state doesn’t quite know what to do with; the urban centers (such as they are) are lumped in with mountain recluse compound-dwellers to form the Fifth State Senate District. Fifty thousand people live right along here; two thirds are Pantsuit Nation loyalists and the rest vote MAGA. There might be a moderate somewhere but if so he’s in hiding. The only reason there isn’t open war is only the MAGA faction is armed — and they just want to be left the hell alone.
You couldn’t pay me enough to canvass for a Democrat outside city limits. (more…)
(Full disclosure: Fatigue poisoning had long since set in, so some of this I’m cobbling together from garbled recorded rants. This is as close as I can come to making sense out of it without losing the sense of who I was at the time. Not sure whether to include this or not, to be honest — but there’s no way to know until I get it transcribed, is there? Read on at your own risk.)
I think this is the fourth event I’ll have attended today, but I’m not sure. I was up writing until past 2 this morning, and back at the keyboard at 6. There’s so much caffeine in me, my fingers are vibrating too much to type, so this is going into the pocket recorder straight and God help us all. (more…)
It’s a miserable night in a way only New Hampshire can provide. Water is falling out of the air not as snow or ice but in actual lumps of slush. I can hear it going *splat* all around me as we slip and slither up to the door of the VFW hall where Tulsi is scheduled to speak. We’ve tried for her and missed twice now; as I understand it her defense committee needed her on the Hill — but of course the campaign doesn’t talk about that sort of thing; I had to (more…)
“Come away, come away if you’re going; Leave the sinking ship behind!”
It’s no random choice that selected CCR’s “Around The Bend” as Tom Steyer’s theme song. On the face of it, his candidacy is absolutely insane; he’s an honest-to-God billionaire running on a platform of “Get Money Out Of Politics”; I’ve never (more…)
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