And It Sure 'Nuff Got Cold After The Rain Fell

… not from the sky but from my eye:

  • Amy Kane reacts to a commie-radio Travel Commentator naming Portsmouth, NH as one of eight romantic cities and towns. In North America.

    Yeah, me neither. (I assume he's never been to Cedar Rapids, Iowa.) Here's Amy pointing out one major drawback:

    Rain, which is intermittently torrential today, is one reason. And it's not nice rain. Soft rain. Paris rain. Irish countryside rain. It's cold hard New England rain. It's made of granite and ice and the tormented souls of Puritans. Sometimes it comes with a howling wind from the North Atlantic and then picks up some additional wet chill from the 100-foot-deep Piscataqua River - a cold river made of a hundred cold rivulets and mountain streams, and studded with sharp rocks, deadly whirlpools and nuclear attack submarines.
    Puritans. Heh.

  • Prof Bainbridge observes that polls, specifically polls that purport to gauge public attitudes on health care legislation, never seem to ask the right questions.

  • When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. And if your only competence is campaigning, well, then…
    President Barack Obama's top advisers are quietly laying the groundwork for the 2012 reelection campaign, which is likely to be run out of Chicago and managed by White House deputy chief of staff Jim Messina, according to Democrats familiar with the discussions.
    Running for it is way more fun than, y'know, being it.