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It was reported this morning that the Clinton campaign has decided to go nuclear.

The thing about this is, that just like every other “end game” put up by the Clinton camp, it has so many conditions that it’s virtually unworkable. Here’s a peek at this masterful strategery:

1. Win big both places tomorrow. (possible)
2. Convince the world she’s better than Obama. (unlikely, but possible)
3. Get the activists to doubt Obama and go for her (loud screeching sound…)

That’s about where the plan gets derailed. Remember, she doesn’t agree with the activists:

“Moveon.org endorsed [Sen. Barack Obama] — which is like a gusher of money that never seems to slow down,” Clinton said to a meeting of donors. “We have been less successful in caucuses because it brings out the activist base of the Democratic Party. MoveOn didn’t even want us to go into Afghanistan. I mean, that’s what we’re dealing with. And you know they turn out in great numbers. And they are very driven by their view of our positions, and it’s primarily national security and foreign policy that drives them. I don’t agree with them. They know I don’t agree with them. So they flood into these caucuses and dominate them and really intimidate people who actually show up to support me.”

Audio is here.

They, they, they. As long as we are “they” we’ll never think you can, or want you to.

Even though I know I’m part of the problem, simply by writing this post, I’m sick of this. I want this to be over, and THERE ARE OFFICIALLY NO MORE METAPHORS TO DESCRIBE THIS RACE THAT AREN’T TIRED AND OLD, SO DON’T EVEN TRY.

Love ya, mean it.

As commenter joshua notes, it has been a long 10 days since my last irritation driven screed. I have no excuses, life happens. Would I have liked to use the blog pimping provided by the lovely and talented Newscoma to entertain, inform and enrage a whole new populace of people in the “sphere”? You betcha. The work keeps getting in the way.

As an independent contractor, I enjoy both large swaths of free time where I can research, read, write and even purposely ignore things at will. The flip side is extended hell ridden weeks of uninterrupted work. The past 10 days have been the latter. Further, there is no end in sight. Unless we can move to a barter economy soon, which would probably be better for the economy than that stupid economic stimulus pron passed by the House with the President’s blessing, I fear that the forecast is more soulless work with sprinkles of unnecessary garbage and intellectual decay.

And so, because I am one of those people who throws themselves headlong into anything that I have in front of me, and I enjoy the comforts of mortgage ownership, the work has been the center of my attention at the exclusion of all others. Still, the ‘sphere, like a jilted lover intent on exacting revenge, or at least gaining attention, brings me back as I head off to the land of Mickey in the service of exciting a group of superficial marketing punks about overpriced highly polished pieces of glass. It is teh joyz of my life…

But fear not gentile reader, once I return from the world of the shiny knick knacks that adorn the walls of our grandparents, there is still much much more to take the time and suck the soul. I could go into detail, but why?

My most political thought of the day…

“If Pat Buchanan can talk on television, uninterrupted, and spout his garbage for money, why the hell can’t I? What has he done other than show himself as a bigoted sack since he wrote speeches for the devil? Nothing.”

Now I’ll probably get attacked by that Donoghue dude from the Catholic League because Buchanan is Catholic.

SCREW PATRICK BUCHANAN….

More later maybe, but probably not…