Presidential Election Prediction

If the Superbowl and Olympics had a baby with the News, it would be Presidential Election Night.

Electoral College - OBAMA: 332 - Romney: 206

Popular Vote - OBAMA: 50.25 - Romney 48.5

Make Your Own Map At Real Clear Politics

It's kind of bold to predict Virginia and Florida for Obama. If I've called those wrong, it will be OBAMA: 290 - ROMNEY: 248. I wouldn't change my popular vote prediction despite such a drastic shift in the electoral college, and that should tell you something. 

My prediction counts on a strong electoral strategy for Obama and a relatively strong national turnout for Romney. We were at a point in the race when a 269-269 seemed more possible. Still, you can bet both campaigns have considered this scenario and have prepared to litigate their way out of a clear loss and into an electoral college tie. 

Recent and some current polling suggests Romney could win the popular vote but lose the election. It could still happen. Republican enthusiasm could have a greater impact on the popular vote than the electoral college because of the GOP's regional strength in the South. 

I nearly hope Obama wins the White House but loses the popular vote. Perhaps there will be enough Republicans bitching to make election reform a bigger issue. 

Colorado will be the closest state followed by Virginia. Wisconsin and Minnesota will be closer than most people think, partially because the latter has gay marriage on the ballot.

Obama is not doing as well in CSA states. 

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Think the Florida Recount of 2000 was ugly? An electoral college tie would mean that neither candidate has won a majority. The Republican controlled House of Representatives would elect the President and the Democrat controlled Senate would choose the Veep. 

This could totally happen in 2012. 

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A Room That Isn't (Downstairs).

Five of seven nights since her haughty, rehearsed sneer:

regrettable vignettes intrude well-earned respite;

spoofing banalities that need no parody

even as a new woman feigns sleep in my bed.

Three floors down in an astral amalgamate space:

reconciliation and reigning in. Once again,

hastily forsaking what’s had for what has gone.

Through a slitted eyelid, I see she finds her clothes,

and seeks an assuring and dignified good bye

with pursed lips, I less than respectfully decline.

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Opening Paragraph

I have more poems and a few vignettes to share with you soon, but this is actually what I worked on today. It goes on for two pages and 688 words, but I shall just post an opening paragraph from the draft.

It looked like a grapefruit birthing itself through my torso. Immediately admitted to the hospital, I received emergency surgery for a deadly spider bite. I couldn’t bear to look at the wound then, but photos revealed what looked like a sedimentary canyon of skin, fat, muscle, and blood, ten inches across and two inches deep. As I made daily visits to a wound clinic to be stuffed with stiff, silver gauze, I was fired from my job at a deli and dumped by my live-in girlfriend of three years.

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Thank You, Brown Recluse

She bit my torso while I slept,

feasting away toward my sweetbreads.

Forever ending my career

spearing cold, culled foul carcasses.

Prying from me necrotized love

I could not incise on my own.

Stuffing daily with silver gauze,

opiates, and Scotch; oozing puss.

Giving excuse for frequent steaks

and pondering a life in Seoul

that I never wanted or lived.

And for my thirtieth birthday:

banging upward, a decade younger.

And soon, making some real money

fixing ill devised foreign prose.

She had made my year and my life,

but still, I am glad she is dead.

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The Pulsar In Your Skull

I believe in the power of human intimacy

but I'm willing to settle for less

Everyone’s consciousness is mangled

eventually, capriciously

diffused throughout the multiverse and pulsing in terror

once and for all

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