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Marc Cooper’s Dissonance:
DURING THIS SAME WEEK that Barack Obama clinched the majority of pledged Democratic Party delegates, the presidential mash-up was more frenzied than ever. But not between Obama and Hillary Clinton. No. It was a knockdown, blood-on-the-floor, caged grudge match between Clinton and McCain to see who could more brutally beat the American process into utter stupidity.
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WHICH BRINGS ME to the second half of this week’s political equation. While McCain was skimming the moral low ground, guess who he bumped into down there on the bottom? Why, it was Comrade Clinton! Hillary, Glorious Protector of the Oppressed Territories of Florida and Michigan! Stalwart Defender of Waitresses, Janitors, Coal Miners and, presumably, the Kronstadt Sailors! I swear, I almost drove off the side of Topanga Canyon the day of the Kentucky and Oregon primaries as I was listening to the political coverage on XM radio and heard one of her surrogates make the preposterous claim that Hillary was being cheated out of the nomination because she had actually won the popular vote (which is true only if you count the nonelection in Michigan, where there was no one else on the ballot, if you don’t count the tens of thousands of Democrats who voted with their feet in myriad caucus states and if you subtract your IQ and body mass index). I got so angry I punched the station button to C-SPAN radio and ran right into Chairwoman Clinton herself, claiming — are you ready? — that because of the geography of her victory, she had won more “electoral votes” than Obama.
Whaaatt? There’s no crying in baseball, and there are no electoral votes in party primaries.
