The primaries are finished, the winners announced. I dance in joy because no matter who won, it means our seemingly endless political season is half way over. I sincerely hope that above all else this means the demise of any and all ads by Vic Vickers; because seriously, even John Lindauer had more credibility. And that is a sentence I never thought I’d write.
Political seasons are like pregnancies. Each time one occurs, you’re surprised by how much worse it was than you remember. It’s said that God deliberately gave women amnesia about the pain so that the human race
