consolation prize

Readers will recall my youngest cat, Tojo, the Psycho Cat, who was apparently my consolation prize for having my car destroyed in a car accident last year (that wasn’t my fault).

Jackson Baker tells the full story behind the election of John Ryder to replace Van Hilleary on the Republican National Committee last Saturday:

Winning most of the big primary contests last night, Hillary Clinton prevented the final nail from being driven into her coffin. The Democratic Primary goes on and some Democrats are not looking forward to a battle many say Hillary Clinton cannot win with pledged delegates alone:

Tojo, the psycho cat that was my consolation prize when I had my wreck last year, continues to be despised by the rest of the household and mostly lives in the guest bedroom still. Which he has been redecorating fervently to his own taste, a taste which is, apparently, toss everything that’s not already down there on the floor.

This makes two debates in a row where Fred Thompson was by far the strongest candidate. What do you want to bet that after this snoozefest, Fred’s numbers actually go UP in Florida.

Okay, Rudy gets a consolation prize by virtue of the fact that the New York Times hates him so much, but myself and Stephen Green are probably the only ones still awake at that point . . . and Green probably won’t remember it by morning.

Jackson Baker notices a decline in media exposure for Harold Ford, Jr.: