Lessee if I can get this summarizing stuff down. (Bear with me, I’m undereducated and type with three fingers, mostly.)

Et tu, Brutus? Gasp. Obviously this is further proof that the bias against the Clintons is tragic and no fair and Andrews probably hates his mommy. too, because official pop-psychologist bloggers know these things, isn’t it obvious? R(ob Andrews, you’re banished to the back of the cafeteria, next to that Richardson feller. Enjoy the hominy-flavored tofu.)

But Ah-h-h-h-h, the kumbaya moment arrived. And of course, I’m aware that it’s hard to decompress after spending years of planning and 18 months of hard, gruelling work during the longest primary season in US history, so some slack is well-deserved.

Ideas abound about the next step forward for the country. Summaries of what just happened are all around, too. Here’s a bit of what the Clinton camp view looked like throughout the primaries. And here’s the Obama camp view of the same period.

For the moment, let’s set aside the inside activist parsing to the Nth degree about whether those media treatments are fair. Overall, they appear to be reasonably objective treatments. From the perspective of what MOST voters are concerned about (issues, like how their own wallets are doing, and is the country safe?) these articles are sufficiently detailed and not too heavily weighted with negatives that diss the candidates.

In the past three days, after the nomination by delegate count was achieved (though not official till the convention vote), we got treated to a victory speech on one side and an odd non-concession speech from the other side. The latter had Clinton’s own supporters (esp. the elected ones) agog and semi-openly rebelling. Some diehards (BET owner/billionaire Bob “I’m Buying” Johnson, Geraldine Ferraro (who forgot the Andy Warhol rule or lost her wristwatch), Lanny (Love the Lime Kool-Aid) Davis, and the especially rancid Larry Johnson) viewed it as an opportunity to (a) try to leverage Clinton’s way onto the ticket as VP, (b) demand that Obama cover Clinton’s debts, (c) remind everyone that Clinton’s the Greater Victim (not the 2nd place finisher), in case you’d not paid attention for the past 5 months, and (d) predict Doom For Obama from the scandalous secret proof that the GOP will reveal in the final two weeks (he’s been hiding Saddam’s WMDs in Michelle’s bra!)

Other diehards, like Taylor Marsh, got busy reminding Clinton supporters that Yes! McCain is way worse for everyone who aspirates and would like to continue doing so a little bit longer. Thank you, Taylor. Now how do we get the other supposedly lifelong Dems back from the dark side of Suicidal Freaklogique?

Meanwhile, it’s reassuring to discover the ‘rookie’ Obama has fairly quietly run around taking care of business, proving once again that the experience disadvantages of an adolescent or twenty-something are usually shed by forty-six year olds with substantive resumes, intact and healthy families, who had to surpass some hardship and bias obstacles of their own. The team around him has a track record, too, somewhat better than the psychos, dimbulbs and inhuman zombies of the Gulf War/Gulf Coast disasters. (’Exaggerators?’ I’d say ‘Lying, death-dealing, profiteering bastards’ would be the kindest description a normal human being could muster).

Meanwhile, McCain continues to steal from the best, not only re-fashioning logos, slogans, populist appeals (hey, he’s even saying ‘we’ now) and policies from Obama and Clinton, but between now and November, we can expect him to get a sex-change operation, start appearing in blackface, and rumor has it he’ll start upgrading his campaign tune from the Andrews Sisters to something more modern, like that exciting young Presley fella he’s heard so many folks raving about. (Snailhouse Rock?)

Yes, Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times sho’ ’nuff damn be-changin’.

All we have to do now is reign in the greedy, cut back on luxuries like bread and water, trust our national defense team and we’re all gonna be okay.

Racism and sexism are officially over. Y’see, there’s some of us who still believe ending the slaughter in Iraq matters, and give the Democrats the benefit of the doubt on economic class issues (despite all the dreck flung to those of us near the bottom) and we’d really like a chance for ‘change’ larger than the dwindling spare change we’re expected to scurry for.

Anyone think we can resolve the Shia/Sunni split this year? Sexism? Israel/Palestine? Yankees/Red Sox? Racism? I’m not suggesting those efforts should cease but if we can’t first reach accomodation on life/death and survival/not, don’t be expecting any sympathy from me if Obama doesn’t help settle the debt caused by a hundred-millionaire’s poor shopping decisions or who gets to be the official officeholder of the Warm-Bucket-Of-Piss (which is what Garner really called the Vice-Presidency).

Us poor, iggerant working folks - which many of us are, even without official jobs - remain among the least participating demographics in the country because tens of millions of us correctly figured out long ago that for every peanut thrown our way once per decade, ten million peanut farm subsidies get handed out to big agribiz. And winning elections would be easy if either freaking party would hand us 2 or maybe 3 peanuts for a change. Think of that, tens of millions who could show up at the polls - and I admit, I really, really struggle against my own common sense to even take part in the process because, when most of my day, 24/7, is spent trying to figure out how to afford transportation to buy food or what year I can afford to get a bad tooth filled or extracted, electing millionaires whose supporters are selling me Greater Victim tickets is not very high on my to-do list.

And I reckon that we’re one of the top two fastest growing demographics that there is. Survivor’ ain’t no TV show to us. And the quiet condescension that labels the likes of me and my millions of peers as ‘losers’ ain’t got much of a grip on reality at all.

But that’s okay, go on with your infighting and kumbayas, my Merry Democrats. There’ll always be enough participating voters to carry on the pretense of representative democracy ebven if the majority of adult Americans decide voting’s a fruitless exercise.

I’m sure you have more important matters to attend to, so why even bother reading about what concerns just another loser?

I’m nobody that anybody has to impress. Me and the tens of millions of nobodies like me. After all, we’re just competing victims, right? Only we did this to ourselves by being lazy and shiftless and addicted and stupid and stuff. You got stuck with victimhood by being born.

I extend my deepest sympathies. Remember that when you have me arrested for stealing your bread.