In Which Your Humble Blogger is just a face in the crowd. Oh, wait, that probably doesn’t have the right connotations at all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger suspects y’all have opinions about this and can tell me how very wrong I am.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t get started on Harpo Marx.
In Which Your Humble Blogger seems to recall being surprised in 2004, and surely was in 2000. I think 1988 was the last time I wasn’t at least cautiously optimistic about my Party’s nominee.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has used that title before. Pretty sure. I suppose I could check.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks that an emphasis on this being only the first of three will remind journos and pundits of their suspicion that he might not show up for the others.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would totally have already voted, if Connecticut allowed it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that most people would deny this stuff, which it would certainly be easier to do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes on at great length. Great, great, beautiful length, big league, you’ve never seen such a long blog post, believe me.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is trying to slap this post up in a hurry and can’t think of a better title.