Hammer Mill Days

Okay, just leave it over there. Yeah, there - on top of the steamer trunk. The larger steamer trunk... the one with all the chains and locks wrapped 'round it. That's it. Thanks, buddy.... Sheesh, these mad scientists don't exactly travel light . I've never seen so much bloody luggage... not since that one time Imelda Marcos stopped by our lean-to in Sri Lanka to say hi on her way back from Italy. (I've still got a pair of espadrilles to serve as a memento. Could never bring myself to wear them - hot pink doesn't suit me, generally speaking.) Every time Mitch Macaphee goes on one of these quasi-scientific junkets, he comes back with a boat load of stuff. W.T.F., even when he comes back in a plane , he's got a boat load. Usually it's a random amalgamation of electronic equipment, volatile chemicals, exotic materials of every color and description. Just freaky, frankly.... but that's our Mitch, and he's back (with a vengeance). No, that's not a...

Is anyone as tired as I am of having the concept of "superdelegates" explained to you? I swear, if I hear one more sotto voce definition of that term on NPR, I'm going to toss my fucking radio right out the window. Enough! I know what they are, already. Enough with the profiles and interviews of superdelegates that invariably devolve into questions about whom they secretly support and whether or not they will change their minds. Knock it off, for chrissake, and report on something that's actually happening in the world. Not so long ago, primary seasons routinely ran into the early summer months, but this year's heavily front-loaded process put the news media into an early feeding frenzy. Now, with an insufferable three whole weeks left before the next primary, they're behaving like a five-year-old in the back seat on a cross-country trip... or heroin addicts groping for a fix. Let's face it, friends - you're not going to call this one ahead of time....