1036PM EST
John McCain is starting to smell like cooked dirt. I should say that he smells more like cooked dirt. Apparently, in an attempt to be more genuine and homespun he’s been wearing a musky scent called Seared Regolith.
I’m sure it’s fetching.
As it stands, with Pennsylvania, Ohio, and New Mexico going for Obama he’s pretty much all in. He will win Oregon, Washington and California as sure as any state in the nation and those alone will put him over the top.
If you add Florida, Colorado as well as potentially Virginia 
and Indiana plus a small mess of western states, this thing is definitively over. The thing is done, the play is spent and the curtain has been closed.
But it’s not over, stupid!!
Now, we get to talk about very important post election things that no one will care about by breakfast tomorrow. This happens every cycle. During the primaries, everyone talks about the importance of the margin of victory.
By the same token, no one will give a fiddler’s twitch about how many electoral votes Obama racks up for more than three seconds after he takes the oath. A neutrino in the CERN collider has a longer life expectancy than the political capital from electoral votes after January 20.
Now, with John McCain getting his coal chute augured, not one gives a wrinkled bat’s ass how close Hillary Clinton was because she is gone – not here.
She’s very, very happy though. My keen political skills are well aware that she must be pleased to know that there will be an incumbent, Democratic President when her last possible chance to run for the Oval Office comes around in 2012.
Seriously, my girl Hill is probably halfway through a bottle of Schnapps and laughing her ass off.
I guess the next thing to watch for is the concession – I’ll see if the whisky permits it.
