Well, if it’s time for the New Hampshire primary, it means that Dixville Notch is due its quadrennial 15 seconds of fame.
The tiny town, one of the northernmost communities in New Hampshire, has a total year-round population of 75, and 17 registered voters. To have their brief moment in the spotlight, they all gather at the Balsams grand hotel (where most of them work) and cast their ballots at midnight, with the polls closing as soon as the last voter has voted.
(I’ve always had the mischievous notion of moving there to vote, then not showing up until 7 or 8 a.m. — or even later. It might get me lynched, but I’d go down in history.)
Anyway, the polls closed shortly after midnight, and the results are in:
Everyone else: 0
Everyone else: 0
It’s a mistake to read too much into this incredibly tiny sampling, but I think I can go out on a limb and say that one thing that might be emerging is a solid, tangible confirmation that Hillary Clintonhas the stink of loser on her. Her mightiest weapon was her aura of inevitability, and that’s gone straight down the crapper. She really has no backup weapon (no, I don’t think the conspiracy nuts who talk about Barack Obama’s physical safety from the Clintonistas are playing with a full deck) without it. She still has Bill, but he’s a double-edged sword — she can’t tap just his positive traits without also rousing the deeply-held resenments and distrust he still invokes in a lot of people. And as we saw yesterday, the guy STILL shoots his mouth off on a fairly regular basis.
Stick a fork in her, she’s done. Dead woman walking. I find myself doubting if she’ll even finish out her current term in the Senate.
Anyway, Mr. Duckie and I are getting ready to spend the day meandering around Manchester and soaking up the nuttiness that is the New Hampshire primary. If anyone else is going to be around the area and wants to say hi, drop a comment or send an e-mail to jaytea (at) wizbangblog.com. I’ll be taking my laptop, Electric Mayhem, and will be posting stuff as I can.