signed, sealed, delivered?

Hilarious day in Philadelphia and a raucous night up in New Hampshire.

New Hampshire first.

As I type, AP and CNN have called it for Clinton. Just saw her give her victory speech. I fucking flat-out love this woman, by the by, don't know if I've ever confessed this publicly before.

I'm an Obama man, but I love me some Hillary. She's my Mom if my Mom had married a politician. She's smart, disciplined, deeply moral, suffers no fools. If you know my Mom you know what I'm talking about. Love her.

Still an Obama man, me, but Hillary has earned and deserves all of our deep respect.

Her speech was mostly bullshit, but damn, did anyone catch the Yes We Can speech Obama gave? I'm crying on my couch. Clapping like an idiot, sitting alone in my living room.

Here's the crazy shit: Obama walked off the stage, after giving what was supposed to be a concession speech, to the blaring strains of Stevie Wonder's Signed, Sealed, Delivered.

Meaning,

I'm Your's.

Heavy message. Saying: it's done. I'm there. Get on board.

Hillary, with weaker writers, I guess, opened with "...blah blah after listening to your voices for a week, I found my own voice."

Uhhmmm...

Just now? You just found the thing?

Really? Who knew it was hiding in Durham, NH all these years?

In the second sentence of her speech she declared herself Comeback Kid II, with the original just off to her left. Again, we have to say,

Uhmmmm....

After one loss? After leading all national polls for over a year? Is this a comeback or just, say, an adjustment? Not that we here at the Museum know what the fuck really goes on on these levels, but, still...

Comeback?

Again, swearing honest love towards Hillary, I have to break it down like this:

Senator Clinton's entire argument, which is a good one and one I will support if it comes down to it, is:

"Yes, you morons, I have a vagina but I also have balls. And I've been there. I know this game. I've been right there. And I have a steady hand. I won't make one single freshman mistake, which is the one thing we can't afford."

As opposed to Congressman Obama's message:

"Hey! Brand new ballgame! Anyone want to play?"

And to most of us, the answer is:

Hell, yes! Bring it on!

Which is why Hillary is probably going to lose.

And someone, anyone, has to tell her to quit with the fake podium off-microphone bit of "seeing-a-person-in-the-crowd-and-being-surprised-and-genuinely-touched-that-they're-there-and-mouthing-with-utmost-sincerity-"thank-you" bit. We've seen it in too many movies. Even if it's real, and Hillary probably knows 70% of New Hampshire's population on first name basis after the last 18 years, it still rings phony as fuck.

So we've got a race on our hands. Good.

Quite a night up there in the Northeast. Crazy world.

Down south in Philly I enjoyed a full-out laugh riot during rehearsals for Time to Dance by Melanie Stewart Dance. I wrote some stuff for them and they just went wild, improvising, improving, doing all sorts of dance-like things. Love working with dancers.

Signed, sealed, delivered?

Not quite yet, Mr. Congressman.