Just wondered that, reading about the “Brittany-Mandingo” ad, looking back on months and months of drivia like that, looking forward…August, God! September, oh, have mercy!…October, I confess, I confess!..getting to November will be like crawling over broken glass on your hand and knees for a mile and a half.
And lets face it, some of us are just going to lose our shit. The strain is already showing on some of us, not mentioning any names, hell, even I’ve thrown a sharp elbow or two. No, really!
Its much, much longer than twelve parsecs, its vast chasms of time, eons, geological time. Now, I lived through the Nixon administration, so I know that eternity is just a bit less than eight years, and it can be survived, with the majority of your marbles. Not all, of course, lets be honest. But if you’re young and psychoactive chemicals are freely available, it can be done.
But the strain is already beginning to show on some of our more docile and civil Dopers, growing a bit…snappish.
Its the strain. Waiting for the other shit to drop, waiting for one or both of them to totally screw the pooch. Obama re-enacting that scene from Blazing Saddles (“Its twue! It’s twue!”) and saying “Hey, John, hear you gave your wife an antique organ for Xmas!” McCain confusing Iraq with Ipod. Obama dumping Michelle for Oprah. McCain dumping Nurse Ratchet for Oprah. This must be what Shrodinger’s cat felt like. Waiting. Waiting.
Roughly, I guess this: if Obama takes a commanding early lead and doesn’t step on his dick, literally or figuratively, about five percent of the Board will go apeshit. If McCain takes commanding etc., maybe twelve percent (considering volatility vectors against stochastic apathy).
Myself, I’m thinking I’ll make it to October before I gibber and greeb. Kitang! Kitang!
How about you?
