OK, so this morning I emerged from Omir’s Sooper Seekrit Bomb ‘n’ Fallout Shelter with three observations:
- They don’t make cardboard refrigerator boxes as roomy as they did back when I was seven.
- Army surplus peanut butter and saltines for breakfast? Especially World War II Army surplus? Don’t go there.
- The sky has not yet fallen.
Yes, the sky here on Puget Sound, the place where Mark Twain spent his nicest winter ever one summer, is still up there where it belongs, and it’s still its customary lovely shade of mid-spring gray. I can tell summer is coming, because the rain is getting warmer.
Last night was not a good night. Our favorite candidate didn’t meet expectations. He did better than he was slated to six weeks ago, but he still lost by somewhere around 9 points, and his delegate lead (according to numbers MSNBC was crawling this morning) will be decreased by anywhere from 2 to 26 delegates, and his opponent will have the running room and the talking points she needs to raise some extra cash to fuel her vanity candidacy. In fact she apparently already raised $2.5 million last night.
But it’s not the end of the world.
For one thing, even if his opponent closes the gap by the maximum of 26 delegates (which I doubt) he will still be ahead by more than 100, with two contests that are anywhere from a toss-up to heavily favoring him coming up in two weeks. And that delegate pickup has already been reduced by 1 with the declaration of a new superdelegate, the governor of Oklahoma. He will make up most of that deficit in North Carolina and (hopefully) Indiana, and her chances of catching up will be that much slimmer.
For another, that $2.5 million doesn’t even cover her campaign’s current debt of $10 million. If all of it went to running the campaign rather than paying off creditors, that would be enough to run her campaign for two and a half days. That gets us to, um, let’s see, Friday afternoon. What after that? More indebtedness? I know, I know, she’ll be raising more as time goes on, but Obama is still out-raising her hand over fist and could probably finance his entire campaign through the end of the primaries on what he has in the bank right now, and still outspend her by a comfortable margin. Even if he never got another cent from his supporters.
And third, the enthusiasm and excitement he’s bringing to the campaign hasn’t changed. His message hasn’t changed. Neither has his opponent’s. It’s still politics from the ground up vs. the same old, same old.
So days like yesterday happen. No baseball team goes 162-0. There are good days and bad days. The sky hasn’t fallen
But I’m hanging on to that refrigerator box. Just in case.
All ya got in that shelter is WWII surplus peanut butter/crackers? I expect that you’ll be able to soon supplement those with surplus Iraqi war vittles when President Obama starts withdrawing the troops.
I’m not sure which is worse, peanut butter from 1945 or modern-day MREs.
Maybe I’ll build a new bunker out of the crackers and peanut butter.
Actually the MRE’S of today’s time is a great improvement on the old 1945 K rations or C rations. The only problems is they –the mres — are so full fo calories that one has to run and exercise to get rid of them….;o)
Yes indeed, hold on to that refreg box…one just never knows….hugs Love your diary, btw. It is a good motivational….
Thanks. I’m glad you like it. This diary was the victory of my rational side that knows all of this is the case over my emotional side that wants to go running around screaming about how the sky is falling.
I second the love for this diary!
And MREs today… there’s high fructose corn syrup AND partially hydrogenated soybean oil in almost every single item in each meal. That shit is HORRIBLE for you.
Mmmmm, mmmmmm. I can hear my doctor screaming at me already.
The best of the old C rats by far was the canned fruit, IMHO. I remember a hijack of an entire flatbed truckload that was later returned mostly intact minus the fruit & cigarettes.
LOL — that’s funny, and I believe it.