It's Groundhog Day in Pennsylvania. Punxsutawney Hill has climbed atop her dais and proclaimed to have seen a shadow of a chance of pulling this thing off. Naturally.
What it means, of course, is that we're now faced with another two weeks (at least) of sullen, grey, wintry discourse: another fortnight of kitchen-sink strategies and triangulation, triangulation that is all the more amazing given the Clinton campaign's utter inability to do the very simple math of delegates and popular vote.
Two more weeks of pundits proclaiming that, "It ain't over, yet!" in a desperate bid to make the race appear closer than it really is, and has been since the Potomac Polls.
Two more weeks of commander in chief thresholds, padded resumes and mud-slinging.
Two more weeks of millions of dollars spent on primaries that are utterly meaningless, but utterly necessary (we're told) lest someone, somewhere, feel disenfranchised.
(sigh)
In the next two weeks:
+ I don't want to see my candidate bowling. I don't anticipate that the disputes of our time will be determined by a ten-pin tourney.
+ I don't want to see my candidate getting in the pen and slinging mud like his opponent. It's like that whole thing about wresting with pig (or a groundhog).
+ I don't want to see another debate -- unless it's conducted by the League of Women Voters and is substantive.
In the next two weeks:
+ I do want to see my candidate step up to the plate and take a swing at an energy strategy. I want to hear the words Climate Crisis and Apollo Program juxtaposed.
+ I do want to see my candidate talk about remaking the FDA into an organization that can protect the American people from poisoned foodstuffs and toxic medicine.
+ I do want to see my candidate address the toxic collusion of Wall Street and the Fed; HUD, and the mortgage crisis.
In short, I want to see my candidate get back to his ideals of laying out a vision, and challenging the status quo; not getting caught up in reacting tit-for-tat with groundhogs.
Is that so much to ask?