I'm not quite sure why we ended up where we did in this week's episode (throw it at your ears / throw it at your eyes). Nostalgia, I guess. Speaking of which, the Nostrumite is in a state of permanent depression over the primary races. He's not quite sure what it means that Meg Whitman could be governor of California. First of all, why would anyone want the job in the first place? Second, why would they pay all that money for it? "I mean, eighty million dollars?" he asked. "For a primary? Hell, she could have bought the whole state on ebay for half that!"
Such a wit, that lad...
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