EFF YOU, FRANK! It's just a poll...a national poll at that, for something that the nation as a whole won't be voting on for what, 9 more months. Things change daily in politics. Nine months is plenty of time for "Son of Cain"s' skeletons to be drug out of the closet, bone by bone. Luckily, our candidate only gets stronger with time. This is a desperate attempt by the GOP to boost McWar's numbers and possibly avoid a brokered convention. They're scared. Very effing scared. There are too many people who don't like McWar, and from what it looks like he's going to choose Julie-Annie as his mate; a sure recipe for defeat. There's so effing much riding on Tuesday. I don't know if I'm going to make it. Maybe I should stock up on Valium and stay medicated until late Tuesday night. Oh, wait, I can't. I don't know what's good for myself and the government does, so since they've decided for me what I can and cannot ingest, I'll just sit here and develop ulcers and a nervous tick waiting to see if I need to book it to South America.
--Tim