Sitting high atop my Buttle’s World perch, bemusedly surveying the political landscape, I can’t help but wonder if John McCain will win the presidency by default. He may greet November as the only candidate from either party whose campaign didn’t fade, fumble or implode.
Strange days. I’m glad I don’t live anywhere near Denver.
Come November I’ll look either prescient or foolish. Won’t be the first time.
Update:
This is what prescient looks like. Even if it was only a month ago.
