Yeah, I know I keep saying I am all done with the election. It really is like a nasty car wreck, though, and I just cannot avert my eyes.

Am I the only one that wants to ask the NAACP what in the hell they were thinking? Assuming they are interested in seeing an African American in the oval office, why on earth did they give the stage to Jeremiah Wright and let him froth at the mouth? They might as well have given Hillary Clinton a little light blue box wrapped with a white ribbon ('cause we all know that nothing makes a girl happier than a little something from Tiffany, not even the leadership of the free world.) Then he goes to the National Press Club and gets even frothier, and just a smidge more crazy, if you ask me.

How giddy do you think they are right now in the Clinton camp? Hillary is undoubtedly doing a happy dance, Bubba's probably taking the day off (thank god) to stock up on his Crispy Creams, and Chelsea is off putting together her run for Congress. It must be the happiest place on earth at the moment, and good for them. This was sheer stupidity on Barack Obama's part. He should have tied that man up in the basement until November 5th and let Michelle stand guard. Then everybody can get their book deals and it's a win-win. Win.

If there is any happier place in the universe than the Clinton campaign it must certainly be John McCain's house. If he knew how to laugh he would probably be doing it right now. As it is, he could be on a lounge in Cabo with a margarita in his hand, for all the work he has to do. Just sit back, John. The Dems will destroy themselves without any help from you. Save your wife's fortune.

Ok, now I'm done. No, seriously.