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That many people don't know who they are voting for. Back in the spring of 1968, when I lived in NYC and was between jobs, I spent a lot of time working in the campaign office of Gene McCarthy (over a long-gone Chock-Full-O-Nuts outlet on the south side of Columbus Circle...the head guru of the office was a very young Harold Ickes Jr.). I had always wondered why campaigns repeated the same simple-minded stuff over and over, until I took a phone call from a lady who was under the impression that our McCarthy was named Joe. The light went on for me then, and has, alas, never gone off. Being a small 'd' democrat gets harder all the time.