Greetings from beautiful downtown Manch Vegas, the center of the known universe.
In the span of an afternoon, I've:
*Bickered with an Obama field organizer who wants me to spend the day not at the precinct where I have won eight primary or general elections, but at a ward on the other side of town. While I hate being the Local Politico Asshole With An Ego, I had to basically pull rank on this bit of idiocy.
*Witnessed Ron Paul's supporters attempting to have a vigorous policy discussion with a fellow known as Vermin Supreme. Mr. Supreme is an actual GOP candidate best known for wearing a rubber boot on his head and carrying a six foot long plastic toothbrush. Not surprisingly, Vermin was not the weirdest participation in the discussion.
*Learned that Dennis Kucinich's supporters have no idea where Viggo Mortensen disappeared to. Evidently, Viggo just showed up without telling anyone except Dennis.
*Literally bumped into Tucker Carlson, who, for reasons known but to God and himself, was standing in the hallway outside the Manchester tax collector's office at City Hall.
*Discovered that for the last three days, Ron Paul's band of whackjobs have been parading up and down the street, beating drums, at 6:30 AM.
I'd ask for a stiff drink, but I have to be at the polling place (not mine, so give one round to the Obama kid) at 5:45 AM.
Off to bed. Wish me luck in the morning.