I am working on a long-ish post about our recent trip to Vegas. I would also like to write something about the Republican Primaries, except that they sadden and weary me so much that it's hard to talk about them without becoming, uhm, sad. And weary. But let me say that I predict not only an Obama victory but a crushing and overwhelming one. In a way, I think that's what the party needs. It's time for a come to Jesus moment--a real serious stock-taking, on the part of party elders, about where they are going. They need to wander in the desert. And there, in the desert, they should leave Rick Santorum. And Newt. And Sarah Palin. And Rush. And all the many, many knuckleheads who have made the party the sad spectacle that it is today.
But, Vegas was great, and grand, and food-orific. I made friends with some blackjack pit bosses, embarrassed my wife by my good-natured boisterous vodka-tonic-y-ness, and somehow managed to win money playing poker AND--miracle of miracles--blackjack. And I got to eat fried nuggets made of bone marrow. So. That's something, right?