Tuesday in CinCity. The Vote Early and Often Edition.

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It's Super Tuesday in the Heartland. Let the squeaking margin of victory begin.


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  1. AnonymousMarch 6, 2012 at 4:28 AM

    Well put. Squeaking and squawking is about all I've heard around here lately.

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  2. RudeeMarch 6, 2012 at 7:47 AM

    I highly recommend ETOH. To be truthful though, you should have started tanking up a week ago when the dirtbags and their ads first moved into town. Fear not my friend, the second it's over, so are their ads. Life will be shockingly normal tomorrow.

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  3. UnknownMarch 6, 2012 at 3:52 PM

    Hope so! Hubby is singing his Ron Paul song--basically singing the name over and over again--so the commercials are a pleasant reprieve :>) Paul is running 11.3% right now in Ohio--Hubby's taking credit for that .3%. We won't have to see too much of the elections--it'll be an early night; I have to be in the hospital at 0630.

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  4. UnknownMarch 6, 2012 at 6:09 PM

    oh my ....I have become so disillusioned...maybe just getting old....smiles

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