foregone conclusion

Last night, the Gores rushed home from the debate to host a reception, a very expensive one, for the Obamas.

The Gore camp was cagey last week, saying they didn't know if the Obamas would show up to this event, but it was a foregone conclusion to most of us they would show.

There were about 300 people.

Missed in all the news of the past few weeks were new campaign figures which show that the combined individual donations for the Presidential campaigns have broken 1 billion dollars:

Contributions

Individual $1,083,226,095
PAC $4,893,316
Party -$131,701
Candidate $59,985,908
Transfers-In $65,472,884
Disbursements $1,112,658,530

It’s coming:

Some teenagers (me) smoke a lot of pot when they are young, some do a little blow, others vote Republican; all are bad for you, but it appears that Eric Stansell, a Democratic candidate for the 52nd House seat, did the latter.

Clint Brewer warns Obama fans not to go counting their chicken’s before they have hatched:

First, the Tennessee break down (fist tap to Adam Groves)
• Sullivan (highly populated county in upper East TN) - Clinton 65, Obama 27
• Hamilton (Chattanooga) - Clinton 44, Obama 52
• Shelby (Memphis) (still only 34% in) - Clinton 27, Obama 70
• Knox (Knoxville) - Clinton 49, Obama 44
• Davidson (Nashville) - Clinton 39, Obama 57

Dear Mr. Obama,

They say your ascent to the Democratic nomination for the presidency of the United States is practically a foregone conclusion. I suppose congratulations are in order. One primary win in Iowa and you have been fitted for an impressive temporary crown, and in fact there are other so-called experts who claim that we’re already breathing the air of inevitability: that you may very

I’ve been completely out of the loop on the drama and goings-on over at MusicCityBloggers.com, which I say in part to apologize to those for whom I’ve not been able to be supportive and in part to claim that I take no part in the madness. The mess is expansive and the scars are starting to look like they run pretty deep.