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My problem

...Is there is too much to write about!

That's the thing about having a blog, all of a sudden things I keep finding things that I really, really want to write about.

I don't think of this blog as a diary. I think of it as a collection of very short, very topical informal essays. But after a few days of cool television, weekend recreations and Romney gaffs, I'm floundering. What to talk about first?

Let's go with my gut, which is the Gaffe.

This is going to probably extend well through the rest of the week and a lot of (e) ink has already been spilled on its behalf but let's not lose sight of the crucial point of the 47% comment. Mitt is a bad candidate. He was bad in 2007. He was bad during the primaries. He was bad after the primaries. He's bad oversea, he's bad in a convention. He just sucks as a politician.

Now, some of you are smirking and saying: aren't good politicians the ones you have to watch? I would argue no. I would say that having a person in office that relates well to people, who can 'explain stuff,' like Bill Clinton, who speak to the people's concerns...that's not a bad thing. We want a politician in office but we want a politician who does his or her job. Mitt doesn't know how to do his job.

I laughed ruefully at the SNL opening when Jay Pharaoh had his Obama raise the choice for this election: "Do you want someone who is barely working or that guy?" Obama can be distant, cool, and overconfident but he's learning. Romney couldn't figure out how to sled downhill if you pushed him.

And for me, that's the election.

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