On this second day of election year, I must take a moment to express my joy at the fact that I do not live in Iowa. Not just for the obvious reason--corn--but because I cannot imagine what it must be like to have to deal constantly with the phone calls, mailings, door-to-door canvassing, and for all I know smoke signals of the various candidates vying to make a good showing in tomorrow's caucuses.
Mind you, this is not a partisan commentary. While I'm sure it is easier being a registered Democrat in Iowa this year, when there is no contested primary, I would have found it just as unbearable being beseeched by supporters of Hilary or Barack (or John or whoever else was hanging around) in 2008 as I imagine it is for the folks now being bombarded by representatives of Mitt or Newt or Ron (well, OK, it might be amusing to try keeping a straight face while talking to volunteers of EITHER of the Ricks).
Be strong, Iowans! This will all be over after tomorrow, and you can go back to your accustomed irrelevance.