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There is No Happiness in Politics

I can't argue with this, despite my visceral dislike for the candidate being touted (not to mention that candidate's spouse).

The big news yesterday was reports of Barack Obama "clinching" the Democratic nomination -- which has symbolic meaning, but which I'll believe if and when he's actually nominated, and no sooner. (This post pretty accurately describes why all the speculation about what Clinton would do was meaningless: She has no incentive to campaign further but also very little incentive literally to concede: Maybe Obama is found with a dead girl or live boy, as the old saying goes.) There's still a tiny hypothetical chance of Clinton getting the nomination -- or the other half of the ticket -- and I'd just as soon wait until that chance hits zero (perhaps waiting in vain).

No matter what happens, apparently all of the major candidates will go out of their way to rig the market and try to keep me from ever owning a home, because they'd rather kowtow to people dumb enough to live beyond their means (and dumber enough to ignore fine print).

Even if I had my own home, in California it wouldn't be safe from somebody deciding they'd rather take it away from me. (Here's more.)

And speaking of being safe in your own home, this story needs no further comment.

So yeah, Obama's nominated, dawn of a new day and all that. Knock yourselves out.

Posted by Matt Bruce at June 4, 2008 10:47 AM