Dance California

Alright, California danced this week to the Hillary beat, despite sister Maria (married to the mob), and of course they wished they all could be McCain girls, after Bomb Bomb Iran. As I write this I am listening to the song with the same title as this post, performed to awesome Cowgirl in the Sand droniferousness by the San Francisco band Wooden Shjips.

San Francisco makes me think of Dead Kennedys; where have you gone, Jello Biafra, a nation turns its pampered ears to you.

And another sip of O.P.R.

Weekend reports of the primaries hint that we are on the edge of a Barack waterfall. For whatever reason, the Bradley effect seems not to occur in low profile primaries in the heartland; is this due to more racism in the urban fringes, or is it that Hillary is push-polling racism?