I Make My Wife Laugh, a Beautiful Sound

"I've got a new category for you," I said. "Cougar Platinum for those times when Cougar just isn't enough."

Refreshingly Honest (A Beaujolais Moment)

I told my wife I would vote for Hillary yesterday out of respect for and deference to my wife, and my wife said that was ridiculous and unacceptable, though she was going to vote for Hillary, in part because she sees very little substantive difference between the policy ideas of H. and Obama but also because of the enormous empathy she feels with a middle-aged woman who has received at least some of the criticism she has received just because she is a middle-aged woman.

(Saying I'd vote for H. and voting for O. No.)

Thus, I voted for Obama not because I felt he is superior on policy or more likely to achieve the implementation of his policies but because I felt down in my gut that he was riding a wave and was going to get the nomination, and the quicker somebody clinches, the better for the Dems.

But my gut was wrong. Now, my gut tells me that Obama has crested, and at the end of the day Hillary will have more delegates, though with all those Super Delegates out there, who knows what that will mean?

I suppose the analogy is that, like the groundhog, my gut should go underground for the next six weeks, and let nature take its course, for all my Malcolm Gladwell "blinks" so far have been consistently wrong.