Preparing For The Road Ahead

Even if Obama exceeds expectations, winning both North Carolina and Indiana, I doubt Hillary Clinton will concede. What most have tacitly conceded is a split in tomorrow's primaries: Indiana narrowly for Clinton, and North Carolina surprising close but still a win for Team Obama.

The delegate count is not likely to budge either way.

For the sake of brainstorming, I wonder how we out here in the blogosphere are going to frame the narrative for the road ahead. I'd like to see your opinions and what you out there feel ought to be the course pursued for the next few weeks as well as for however long this beat-down lasts.

Personally, I'm caught in between two extremes. Part of me enjoys the exciting roller-coaster combined with the adrenalin nerves of this election and the other part of me is scared to death that in the torrent of emotions and ruffled feathers, we are slowly throwing the Presidency to John McCain.






If you could see yourself now, baby
It's not my fault
You used to be so in control

You're going to roll right over this one
Just roll me over, let me go

You're laying blame
Take this as no, no, no

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
It's not my thing so let it go.

If you could see yourself now baby,
The tables have turned

The whole world hinges on your swings
Your secret life of indiscreet discretions

I'd turn the screw and leave the screen,
Don't point your finger,

You know that's not my thing

You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
It's not my thing so let it go.

You've got a little worry,
I know it all too well,
I've got your number,


But so does every kiss-and-tell
Who dares to cross your threshold,

Or happens on your way,
Stop laying blame.

You know that's not my thing.

You know that's not my thing,
You came to bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
It's not my thing so let it go.

You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,
Blame, blame, blame
You bang, bang, bang, bang and bang,

It's not my thing so let it go.

You kiss on me,
tug on me,
rub on me,
jump on me,

You bang on me,
beat on me, hit on me,
let go on me,

You let go on me.