Give it up for the winner of the New Hampshire primary.
I liked what I saw of her at the podium tonight, Tweety’s twatwaffling on about her tears and her electability and her big ol’ girly vagina has made me feel oddly protective, and she gave it up for my boyfriend Chris Dodd during her speech. She isn’t my first choice, but he’s back home in Connecticut right now, so I’m watching everybody again.
And everybody, this time? Rocks the house. Turnout, damn nice:
Edison/Mitofsky, which conducts the exit polls for the National Election Pool, estimated that 500,000 people voted yesterday, half the state’s eligible voters. That is higher than in 2004, when 44% of the state’s eligible voters turned out, and 2002, when the figure was just under 30%. Yesterday’s Democratic turnout was estimated at 280,000; Republicans drew 220,000.
And our rallies, for Edwards and Obama and Clinton too, those rallies were packed with people from all over the place, amped up to eleven and ready to fucking rock. McCain’s victory party looked like a Rotary dinner roiled by the news that they’d run out of salmon.