I’m thinking the political season has been like the snow in Wisconsin. and before I explain THAT analyogy, I need to explain what the snow in Wisonsin is like. Whatever the landscape of the North Pole is in your head, picture that and then add about seven inches. (Which is what we’ll probably get tomorrow).

Any way, so back to how snow and politics are alike — they’re both fun for a little while, but then they just gets old. People who love snow … they LOVE snow and people who love politics … they love themsevles some politics. But all the snow and all the politics … they’re both getting old now. So let’s pick our presidential nominees and call it summer already.