Raymond M. Reskusich

The current saga of Eliot Spitzer's fall from grace has been reminding me of another politician who found himself is a very similar situation: Jerry Springer. This is one of the more memorable episodes of This American Life that I've heard:

Episode 258 - Leaving the Fold

The first act tells the unlikely story of Jerry Springer's career as a much-beloved politician in Cincinnati, many years before he achieved his current infamy as a talk-show host.

I should probably be careful what I wish for. It looks like I will be caucusing this year.

The Democratic Party does have a primary in Washington, as is actually mandated by state law. State law does not, however, require the parties to actually do anything with the primary results like, say, select delegates to the national convention. So the Democrats choose not to. They use the caucuses, which start ten days earlier, to choose all the delegates. The primary serves no purpose except possibly to convince the unwary that they actually participated in the nominating process.

Thanks to darthparadox for tipping me off to this.

I love it when the Christmas robots go wrong. This guy depicted above was making a loud berserk-droid whirring and making senseless twitchy motions with his outstretched arms. Passing parents were clearly unsure if this menacing behavior was something to bring to their children's attention. "Look honey! It's... moving?" All that was needed to round out the scene was a cute cartoon-animal voice repeating "DESTROY!"




The racoon's chipmunk friend clearly grasped the situation better than Father Christmas, who just looked on benignly, perhaps thinking "Naughty animal == someone else's problem."