Winter comes again

A couple of weeks ago, we had a snowstorm. During the past two days, North and South Dakota were dumped on by an early-season blizzard.

Deer hunters claim to like a little fresh snow. It helps them track the deer. However, I am really glad that I will not be out shivering in a deer stand tomorrow morning.

Once the first shots are fired tomorrow morning, I expect the deer will all head for the corn fields--if they haven't already. There's really no way I can imagine to get at deer once they hide in the standing corn, unless you have a helicopter. I suspect aerial bombardment would be frowned upon by the DNR.

I have trouble with the onset of winter. My thoughts turn towards warmer climes. However, before I act upon my wanderlust, I have to get over this cold and finish recording Pirates on the Prairie.

Just when I was relieved that the nasty political season had ended, I received an urgent email forward from somebody who is convinced that Obama's election is the first step in a Muslim take-over of our country. It takes quite a fevered imagination to believe that stuff, but fevered imaginations are in plentiful supply these days.

I think the paranoid mind-set could be summed up with the phrase:

There is so much going on that we aren't aware of.

To which I would respond: Not really.

With the internet abuzz twenty-four hours per day, it would be more true to say that there seems to be much more going on than actually is.

I spent much of the evening reading Newsweek's excellent report on the campaign, done by reporters who were granted better access as long as they agreed to embargo what they knew until after the election. The page linked to here is just the front page. Hit on other links for the real good stuff. There are over 80 pages of writing, all of it fascinating.

I think the story of the McCain campaign will be the most interesting. I think it is a tragic tale of a man who got the nomination eight years later than he should have.

The story of Obama's campaign is a little boring, just as I suspect--and hope--that his presidency will be somewhat boring. That's when you're having good times, when the president fades into the background. You can go through entire weeks of covers of the New York Times in the 1950s without seeing Eisenhower's name. I would welcome a return to that level of coverage.

Of course, forcing Islamic law down the throat of a reluctant nation will probably be anything but boring. Does anybody know where you can buy a turban? Eide's store has run out.

One thing I liked about Obama: When he needed a nap, he took one. "Guys, I am tired," he said after a long debate preparation session. They took a 40 minute break before continuing, while the candidate napped.

Meanwhile, McCain was, as he appeared, wound so tight that he sometimes went nights without sleep. And interesting observation by the Newsweek team: In their estimation, McCain picked Sarah Palin as a way of sticking it to his staff. He was sick and tired of their control over his every move, even when he knew they were right. They were pushing other picks on him and he wanted to swing for the fences.

McCain's refusal to look at Obama in the first debate was, it turns out, the result of a misunderstanding between he and his staff. He thought they had instructed him never to make eye contact. They had in fact instructed him to not make eye contact when there was an attack going on, one way or the other, and they were appalled when he didn't look at Obama at all.

If I were Hillary Clinton or John McCain, I would be relieved to not be on the hot seat. One thing Clinton and McCain agreed upon and probably discussed in a long, cordial conversation they had after Hillary conceded the primary fight: Obama was too big for his britches.

It was quite a campaign. I haven't watched a presidential campaign closely since 1980. This one, I admit, riveted me completely.