Right. So. About to drop over from too-much-movie-itis (I know, boo fuckin' hoo), and will hopefully have something useful to say next week about the craziness that is SXSW, but in the meanwhile:
My record at not voting for viable candidates stands. As I noted a few weeks ago, I've never backed the winning horse in a political race larger than — at the time — governor. That's because I voted for Gov. Spitzer and he actually won. As of today, I'm back down to never choosing anyone in a race larger than city council, and I'm not even 100% sure I backed any winners there.
Non-profanity cannot express my insane irritation at this series of developments. Moral here? You can't fight The Machine, and you can't even take a good run at The Machine if you keep dropping your pants. I haven't felt this annoyed since Gary Hart taunted the press in the late 1980s and got caught with Donna Hart mere weeks later.
This is the exact reason why we need a woman in top office: Less pants dropping will go on.
So here's the question now. Seriously, folks, should I just go back McCain in November?