Poor Willard & His Magic Undies...
Rolled the dice by yanking his resources outta Florida and South Carolina, only to be locked in a steelcage death match with the zombie-like McCain.
The soon-to-be-raptured Huckabee waiting in the wings to scarf up third place with the help of robocalling evangelical wingnuts.
Edwards and Obama took a pass, so droves of cruel mischief-making Democrats are lining up to vote McCain in the Republican primary because Hill is running against "undecided."
I'm torn. Part of me will miss Mitt's bizarre ads and snapshots of weirdly choreographed family life...part of me wants to see this weasel-lipped, overly-coiffed, flip-flopping opportunist of a millionnaire gets what he richly deserves: an ass-kicking of cosmic proportions.
So however it shakes out tomorrow in Michigan...the forecast is partly happy, with a chance of schadenfreude.
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