It would take about 1626 rank and file delegates to win. Per the NY Times, Obama already has 1418. That would mean he'd need 208 more delegates.

Even if the supercowards are too afraid of the Clintons to vote now, maybe they would at least be brave enough to vote themselves out of existence. I figure that would put Obama over the top by May 20, when Oregon and Kentucky vote.

"...no religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office or public trust under the United States."

I mean, the man disagrees with those sermons. The preacher is not a political figure like, say, Pat Robertson. Or Rick Santorum.

Here's some news: According to Mother Jones, Clinton has been going to the "Fellowship," a "bible study" group that has included gay-basher Santorum, Sam Brownback and others. She also "prayed" repeatedly with the wives of various right-wing wackos. Where is the coverage of that story? These weirdos actually do have political power, unlike Wright.

Why does Clinton always get a free ride from the press?

"...after a week punctuated by Obama's right-stuff response to wrong-way Rev. Jeremiah Wright and Clinton's document dump of today-tea-was-served White House schedules, "

Also note what we hear about Rev. Wright, but we don't hear about Clinton's membership in "the Family," "the Fellowship," and other right-wing Bible study groups.

I love the discombobulation.

I think someone left McCain out in the rain. Hopefully, they'll never have that recipe again.

I saw a clip of a choir singing "We love you President" to Richard Nixon (to the tune of "We love you Beatles") The camera followed Nixon around while he was forced to listen, obviously hating every moment he was pinned down by the kitsch.

I hope at some point McCain has to watch this number on live TV.

And Joan Walsh pounced!

Letterwriters wrote letters! Lots o' letters! Lots and lots!

And now, but a few days later, the "typical" remark has typically disappeared beneath the flat surface of the primary doldrums.

Obama is beating Clinton again in the polls.

People feel that was enough talk about race, thank you all the same.

Clinton is running out of money, again.

Richardson may be "Judas," but Hillary doesn't appear to be Jesus. There will be no resurrection.

I was just glad I didn't appear among Crosley's million little pieces. Even I have evaded more than one fragile lit chick with needs--or at least bargained her down to "everything but." If the author really wants a zipless fuck, she needs be less Jong and more Girls Gone Wild. Offer to fuck his body, not his soul. Make whore not love. "Romantic notions" and "one-night stands" are phrases that do not comingle in the same sentence.

OK, there are exceptions. But as a guy, I don't kiss and tell. Or at least not tell to sell. Until my memoir. (I think I'll call it Shattered Ass.) A million bloggers may be giving it up for free, but I admire Crosley's ability to get paid for (not) getting laid.

Even in the old days, chick lit appealed to two audiences: liberated women and horny boys borrowing mom's copy of Fear of Flying.

And then at some point, I think it during Clinton One, mom tossed Jong and started teaching her son what grandma had taught her: that girls don't want it as much he does. Mom had figured out that the sexual revolution was a bad deal for women. That seems to be the underlying theme in so much policy and middlebrow intellectual discourse these days. Abstinence training at school, born again virginism, etc etc. conservative stuff though now with a feminist overlay. The madonna/whore (Hillary/Monica) dichotomy returned, though often with women manning the taboo switch. The "she wants it" storyline was again relegated to porn, particularly the new reality-tv types.

These days, intellectualized women are ambivalent about their sisters admitting they want sex, particularly of the zipless variety. But their overeducated brothers would probably love to pick up Crosley's essays at the store and search for any good stuff. Not that they'd be caught dead buying it.

"Though many Democrats like and respect Clinton as a role model, an effective legislator and a fighter against a relentless GOP onslaught,"

Anyone else watch the Frontline special "Bush's War"? How exactly is Clinton a "role model," "effective," or a "fighter against a relentless GOP onslaught"?

SHE VOTED FOR THE WAR.

SHE VOTED AGAINST THE LEVINE AMENDMENT.

SHE VOTED FOR THE PATRIOT ACT.

SHE HAS NEVER APOLOGIZED.

The dichotomy of the college roommates was nicely drawn. The one wanting the sweat and mess of getting laid, the other trying to find her sensuality while squeaky clean in the shower. As fictional characters, perhaps, it would have been interesting to see where these embodiments of two competing American impulses would have ended.

I know squeaky clean save-it-until-marriage types with secret orgies beneath their (chastity) belts. Though this fictional roommate is probably a dyke, at least of the temporary college variety.

I know LOTS of girls with scores of notches on their thongs who are now fiercely monogamous mothers.

I think this author should have seen this memoir as a first draft for a novel.

I just re-read On The Road, which I think is the grandfather of all this type of memoir/fiction, and thought, so what? I realized that I was reading Kerouac as though his memoir/novel was published today, and thought how unremarkable it was. On the other hand, the more polished, ficitonalized Dharma Bums reads better now, though many consider it his dumbed down work.

Given the cacaphony of the blogosphere confessions, what seems missing is the interior spaces that writing should take us into. There is a hint of that here in Crosley's observations, but it's just a start of a start.