Maria Shriver has joined the Kennedy-Obama lovefest.
I’m very very curious to know what tomorrow’s headlines will read. I can’t help it; my admiration of Bill as president has eroded over time. Hillary’s (calculated?) emo moments leave me as cold as her snappy moments and her flight attendant moment (who in hell thought that one up?). But I’ve been interested in Obama since the 2004 DNC speech. And someone like that, who can inspire people, can accomplish a lot more indirectly even if he can’t twist arms in backrooms like the Clintons could.
I’m a bit down on backrooms in general, I suppose. Not to mention arm-twisting.
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In other news, I’m making some kind of jambalaya for Mardi Gras dinner tonight, the Punk Rock Boy™ will be over and we’ll see if he’s enough of a geek to watch CNN poll returns with me…
