They're not just excited, they're giddy.  They can see the finish line and almost touch the ribbon, buuuuuut, they're not quite over it yet and that old coot they counted out is gaining on his scooter.  Scooter?  Yes scooter.  You know, those senior mobiles, the ones they think are a real vehicles, and run you down in the supermarket and Staples.  The ones even the seniors who are ambulatory ride, just so they can get the babes on Bingo night.

Just when the Democrats thought they were beyond the reach of G.I. John and his "Whack Diva" running mate, here he comes inching up in the polls in his battery operated senior-mobile.

My point is thus, don't break out the Chablis and arugula, just yet.  I'm leery of these polls and I have a sinking suspicion that there's some plot within the Republican circles to lull Dems into a false sense of confidence, thus suppressing the vote.  You Californians and New Yorkers are especially vulnerable.  You go to the polls, see the long lines and say, ah the heck with it, he'll carry NY and LA, I wont bother to wait and vote.  The next morning, you see President elect addressing the nation on Blue Collar TV, John McCain died from the shock of the win.  From that day forward CMT (Country Music Television) is the preferred go to TV station for breaking stories like, recent unwed teen pregnancies within the first family, moose Fries on the lawn, Easter road kill hunt and the ever popular annual guttin' and cleanin' half dead fish from the Potomac with the first dude.

Remember when you were in high school and as a goof your class voted in the most inept dofus for class president, well....  I'm not saying we haven't matured since high school but when a third grader is more intellectually curious than your future Vice President, and possibly president, this should give us pause.  Who would support such a person you ask, well.....  I've heard terms like yahoos, nimrods, trailer trash, cast of "Deliverance," thrown around and who's to say which one best decribes the supporters of McPalin, but there's one thing for certain, there's alot of them.  They spit out children faster than tobacco and if they mobilize on a day there's no Nascar or tractor pull, next Tuesday could be the saddest Tuesday since 1929.

I don't want to belabor my point, I'll simply say vote early, then jump on one of those senior-mobiles and drag some other homosapiens to the polls.  Needn't bother with the neanderthals, we know who they're voting for (wink, wink).