Res Ipsa Loquitur

The Long Sunset has been shut down for the past month because of a terrible computer virus that sold all my information to Taiwanese con artists and duplicated my very being into a cyber ghost. I could have uploaded posts on another computer, sure, but it didn’t seem right. Instead I spent the time doing battle with the virus and writing in a composition book. The issue seems to be somewhat under control at this point, but I certainly can’t claim cyber-victory yet. My Google Mercenaries called it a Disinformation Crisis.

But all of April I’ve been monitoring this race for the Democratic ticket with a wary eye. It’s becoming clear that the law of inevitability will strike again, as more dirt is being poured on Obama then ever before. The Clinton Campaign understands the concept of Denial better than anyone, and they’ve managed to turn the Senator from Illinois into a walking refuting machine. He’s getting more skinny and malnourished by the day as the Clintons sink their teeth in. He’s doomed.

Howard Dean has locked himself into a closet as he rocks himself to sleep singing showtunes. Of course, he’s on constant suicide watch. It’s like there’s a giant bomb that’s ticking down to convention day, and no one has to balls to defuse it. The best thing to do right now seems to be to just ignore the inevitable.

But to hell with all that, it’s Derby season.