I’m open to the idea that our dreams can sometimes tell us things about ourselves through the proper interpretation of their symbols and all that shit. What I don’t believe is that dreams can predict the future or act as supernatural omens that warn us of trouble lurking right around the corner. If I bought that, I’d be that much closer to believing that Uri Geller is actually bending those spoons with his mind, and we all know that’s total horseshit.
That being said, when psychic dream bullshit happens to support a personal opinion of mine, I’m not above drawing it to your attention. Hell, on the morning after one of the most over-hyped and pointless games in the history of our most depressing and irritating American sport, I’m downright eager to point it out. To wit, from Edwin Raphael’s The Complete Book of Dreams:
Which would you rather dream about?
Onto (I think) a completely unrelated subject, how about that presidential election, huh? The Republicans, according to the latest polls, seem to have finally come to their senses and decided to nominate John McCain. Barring an unprecedented nationwide polling fuck-up in the manner of last month’s New Hampshire Democratic primary, McCain will win in virtually every state holding a primary tomorrow, and most of them won’t even be close. Romney, that human windsock, is solidly ahead in his other home state, Massachusetts, and California looks like it might still go either way, but everywhere else looks ripe for the plucking by my favorite wisecracking, ill-tempered, despised-by-the-right, war hero Republican senator. Good for him.
So the Republican race looks sewn-up already. Just as well, since I never found it all that exciting in the first place. Aside from McCain, who is 71 and, putting everything I like about him aside for the moment, has an unfortunate recent history of being very nice to George W. Bush in public, there’s no one in that race who seems remotely appealing to me as a prospective president. The real horse race is on the Democratic side. A day before Super Tuesday, it looks once again like Barack Obama is in position to slay the dragon and take the nomination from Hillary Clinton. The trendlines (as those pollster types all like to say) all seem in Obama’s favor. The most recent Gallup poll, released on Saturday, created using a nice big sample of 1,200 likely voters, has Hillary up nationally by two percentage points. That’s within the margin of error, a statistical dead-heat. Two weeks ago the USA Today/Gallup poll had Hillary up by 12%. The most recent CNN poll of 500 registered voters, released yesterday, has Obama up by 3%. The same poll three weeks ago had Hillary leading by 9%.
I am openly and ardently rooting for Barack, by the way.
National polls don’t count nearly as much as the state-by-state numbers, which also show Obama closing the gap and in many cases overtaking Clinton. Nearly half the country is voting in primary elections tomorrow, but by far the most important single race is in California, where 441 convention delegates are at stake. The Rasmussen polls, which are conducted using a sample of around 800 likely California voters, show an ongoing surge in support for Obama. The Rasmussen poll released on January 14 had Clinton up by 5 percentage points. The Rasmussen poll released two weeks later had Clinton up by 3%. On Saturday, Rasmussen had Obama up by one. Last month, most polls showed Clinton up in California by between 15-20%. Now they unanimously show Obama either leading or trailing within the margin of error. The RealClearPolitics average shows Clinton leading in California by a statistically meaningless 0.6%.
Obama looks likely to win in his home state of Illinois, and in Georgia, and is within a few points of Clinton in all but a few of the other Super Tuesday states. Since Democrats award their delegates proportionally, not in the winner-take-all fashion of Republicans, a win in California and strong showings in the other races could put Obama firmly in the lead for the first time and give him that last necessary push to take it all the way.
I really fucking hate football, you know.