This diseased warthog of an election can't end fast enough. Two more weeks is intolerable. Each waking hour, I feel compelled to seek out stories like this one by Nate Silver
. Great work -- yet it churns my stomach. We're all sick of polls and analyses of polls and the spinning of polls and the criticizing of polls and the chewing of polls and the spitting of polls and the dissection of polls and the pallor of polls and the putrescence of polls. We're sick of the people who say that polls are paramount and of the people who say that polls don't matter.
I'm actually looking forward to whatever rabbits Donald Trump
and/or Gloria Allred may pull out of their hats. At least they won't talk about polls.
Odd thing...it's hard to find any writer, right or left, who believes that The Donald has made a serious discovery. I predict that his announcement will shake the nation to its core. Lightning will flash and statues will bleed and newborn infants will recite from the Kalevala in Finnish. Why do I say such things? Because nobody else is saying such things and I want to be different.