"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Thursday morning woes
I am really, really scared that McCain will choose Bobby Jindal as his running mate.
Meanwhile, "uniting the party" might be at odds with "getting a Democrat elected" in the three uber-key swing states.