Stupor Tuesday

When the dog lays down after the 47th ball-catch they have indeed caught enough.  As the primary season winds to this day called today, white flags or surrender are ready to be raised.  How many times does one have to be reminder of how great Mitt is versus Rick versus Newt versus Garpon the irrational chemist who wants to win your heart?  Its like asking how many licks does it take to get the the center of a Tootsie Pop - the world may never know.  Here America is pending billions to nominate one loser over three others, minus Garpon the chemist.  Democracy at its worst.