Tomorrow is another couple of primaries in a nominating campaign that will never end. I’m sure, even after the convention, should Obama finally make it official, Hillary Clinton will be hootin’ and hollerin’ about how she is more electable, more vetted, more experienced and more pantsuity. I’m sick of it.
So tomorrow, after we crap out the 187 odd delegates in some manner that will only really just offer more ad revenue for the TV gasbags, I officially check out of the process. I’m done with it. I don’t care if we nominate Skippy the Squirrel, so long as it’s over and done.