Even bloggers get tired. I’m tired of writing about the sins of the Clinton campaign. Maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow all filled with new energy, but much like the way I feel about the Bush administration, I feel like my point has been made. I came out early on, much earlier than most bloggers, and said that the Clintons were not acceptable, that they were the figureheads of a faction within the party that hates the blogosphere, the anti-war movement, the anti-free trade movement, and that thinks the answer is to out-hawk and out-smear the Republicans. Their foreign policy sucks, has always sucked, and is largely responsible for setting the predicates for the Bush foreign policy. I could go on, but everyone either knows this stuff by now or has entered into late-stage advanced dementia.

In fact, most people aren’t even pissed off by the Clintons’ big-picture policies. They’re pissed that they are running Nixon’s campaign. They accuse Obama of being an out of touch Ivy League elitist (even though they are Ivy League multimillionaires that spent eight years sleeping in the White House). They send out fliers accusing Obama of wanting to take away people’s guns. They say there is something wrong with his church and his faith. They say he is soft on foreign policy. All they’ve left out is saying he is soft on crime and coddles homosexuals.

And they lie, often with impunity. They just make stuff up. They’ll basically say anything, no matter how transparently false, stupid, or petty.

So, yeah, I’m tired and I don’t want to write about the stupid gas-tax holiday, or Clinton’s record on gun control, or the gall involved in calling Obama and all economists ‘elitists, that don’t care about your thirty bucks.’

I don’t want to write about Clinton’s support for NAFTA or the lies she’s telling the people in Indiana. If people don’t get it by now, then they just don’t care. I hope that Obama wins the two contests on Tuesday and the party rallies behind him.

But I suspect that we won’t be so lucky. I have new gray hairs in my beard. I think they showed up sometime in the interminable six weeks between Mississippi and Pennsylvania.