We might as well be watching a 30-car pile-up the way Americans are holding hands over their eyes trying to avoid the grisly bits of the most grotesque presidential race we have witnessed in this, the second decade of the 21st Century. Of course, it's only the secnd election during that time, but still.
The political realm remains bereft of a similar love fest, except the ultimate extravaganza scheduled for January 21st on the grounds of the US Capitol. So let's give our hard working politicians the credit they so richly do or don't deserve with some made up silliness also known as Will Durst's 21st annual Political Animal Awards.
Once again New Hampshire has demonstrated it is as different from the rest of the country as the Himalayan Mountains are from Jack in the Box seasoned curly fries. Like green sand and aluminum crockpots. As Dorothy almost said after being whisked away by a tornado, "we're not in Iowa anymore, Toto."
September is a grand month for traditions. Hopefully they did find some time to relax, because in even numbered years, the post Labor Day period marks the bare knuckles return of the American political process playoffs; with elections less than two months away, looming like a gorilla on steroids in the pantry.
The plume of a great doom now looms. Talking about that wonderfully hideous first Monday in September -- Labor Day. Yeah, sure, it's a big time, bona fide holiday, but being the last warm wet splash of summer -- so bittersweet. Like the final free Continental breakfast buffet before checking out of a five-star hotel.