Hi all, the primary feeding bonanza is here in snowy NH. Actually, it’s more like melting snowy NH as the temperature soared to 60 degrees and the polls were flooded with eager voters. The media, swelling the coffers of the local economy, has been flopping about, like hungry crows looking for something shiny. The people of the Shire know that by mid morning tomorrow, long after and the last vote has been counted, the politicos and their paid interns will be gone. Leaving us with a sense of pride and accomplishment, tinged with a feeling of being used and dirty.