Suprise! What's Bursting Out Of Your Chest?

How do I know I've gone cynical? When I start comparing the VP announcement to the surprise of a chest burster.

FiveThirtyEight has an interesting view of what both candidates face in nominating and the timing of those nominations.

I got pushed into this frame of mind myself this morning when a family friend from New Mexico called my wife this morning. She was having a fit over the idea that today's campaign schedule had Richardson and Clinton in Albuquerque & Espanola , very obviously mending fences after the primary, and stumping for Obama. She's not a PUMA - She's an ex-pat Labour Brit - and hates Richardson with a cold fury because of his pandering to rural school districts, delaying consolidation and hindering opportunities for students, in the last state election. She's definitely in the minority opinion of Richardson - of course, where she lives, she's lucky her rural neighbors don't take potshots at her house because they swing Democrat in a 4-to-1 Republican district. Her neighbors simply dislike Richardson because he's . . brown. What they think of Obama you might guess.

But I've personally reached the point where my anticipation matches the surprise of seeing Alien for the 23rd time when Kane starts choking and convulsing.

I don't think anyone outside of 1-2 people in each campaign know who the VP picks are for their bosses - that is if there's even been a choice by Obama or McCain.

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