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And MY winner is...


As the presidential race nears, are you having a rough time trying to sort the real contenders from the really ridiculous? Wondering who's a potential for greatness and who's a poseur? Most of all, do you wish you could answer a dozen questions and have the choices all sorted out for you -- in an instant, be told with whom you are most closely aligned on the issues most important to you?

Tah Dah. Click here.

This is one of several surveys floating around on the Net that try to help you make what may turn out to be one of the most important decisions you'll ever encounter. The future of our country, and perhaps our planet, rests on who gets elected in 2008. But...no pressure, or anything.

My top choice, according to SpeakOut.com, is Hillary, followed closely by Chris Dodd. Bringing up the rear, thank you, is the Creationism nutcase from Kansas, Sam Brownback (who just announced he's pulling out of the race, probably the smartest move the goofball has ever made).

As an aside, my son is backing Barack Obama. Nice to know he's got the preschool support nailed down. I hope he can manage to garner some votes that count. Of course, ask Al. Sometimes votes that you THINK count, don't actually. Go figure. I'm all for stuffing the ballot boxes with 4-year-old votes. They may have a better perspective than most adults who simply act like children.

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