Monday morning at the Palace of El Jefe. . .not a creature is stirring, except the Secret Police, and the faithful, ever watchful gumba guards. Otherwise, all is quiet and all are happily snoozing in the arms of Morpheus: the valets, the cooks, the great and the good, the off-track betting manager, the sports steroids commissioner, and the prelates of the state chuch. . .El Jefe, the cats SWMBO and the Heir are sleeping also, dreaming of stock-certificates, gold futures, zero-coupon bonds, bon-bons, good scotch and catnip. But wait: for some reason, El Jefe's Jenny McCarthy look-alike mistress is shaking him...trying to wake him up.
No...no, it's the alarm clock, a most annoying thing, and back I come to reality.
Sorry I've been slacking-off in the posting department lately. El Jefe and his cat FLINKY skipped town this weekend and went up to the country palace, and did little but yardwork, reading and movie-watching. Not even a thought of something so ghastly as politics.
Back late last night and poured through the papers and blogs this morning. My horseback guess this morning is that Hillary is doing better, and that she might well surprise Obama here in Texas. My unofficial soundings this morning from some people who might know tend to confirm this feeling. Among other things, I think that a lot of Republicans who should know better are going to go vote for Hillary just to make trouble. I wonder if that hurts McCain, or if these people will wind up being protest voters who aren't quite ready to have McCain as their candidate yet ? I will examine all this further as time allows.