Well it is an historic night. Obama has presumptively cinched the nomination. The first viable black nominee for president. That pretty much rocks. I watched his speech, which was great. And I got an e-mail from Hillary, which was kinda sad. She’s still a close second in my estimations.
All of which leaves me with three compelling socio-political questions:
- Why is it that, in a can of fruit cocktail, the pears are always on top and the peaches are on the bottom? Check it out. I’m not lyin’.
- Why is it that, when you bite the inside of your lip, you keep biting it again and again in the same place?
- Why is it that, even though the TV season was delayed for months by the writer’s strike, we’re already watching phreekin reruns?
Get back to me on these, wooodja?

