Daily Whackjob

Dear Pennsylvania Voters,

Today is my birthday. A quarter-century ago I was born in Lancaster, so I’m a native of the Keystone State. And I’m asking you, those who stayed, for a big favor today.

Make it end.

Only an absolutely crushing defeat for HRC will end this campaign. You can make it happen. Vote for the tall skinny guy with the funny name. Make the craziness end.

However, if you absolutely have to vote for HRC, be sympathetic to the birthday boy and give me some beer money* to cope with the crushing realization that we’ll be fighting until Denver.

Thanks,
Adam

*It’s Paypal, so send it to politicl(dot)animal(at)gmail(dot)com. No guarantees, but the karma bonus should be enough to upgrade your next life from a polar bear to Paris Hilton’s chihuahua.**

** I prefer receding necklines to receding ice shelves. If you differ, you can still be a polar bear. The breaststroke will be larger part of your routine, but I’m sure you’ll manage.

This went amazingly fast and I feel great. The midwives almost didn’t make it in time. Now I can finally sleep on my stomach.

Bad weather + full moon + spicy meal + a week overdue = still no baby

If you have any tips about getting labor going I sure would love to hear them. I really want to avoid Castor oil and a pitocin drip at the hospital.  I plan on walking. A LOT.

Happy Birthday! 

For a present you get a link from the fourth most influential blog in Virginia.