One Trick Pony


December 6, 2003

Announcing the 2004 Presidential Prediction Poll

Category: politics – Bernie Dodge – 2:25 pm

The race is beginning to warm up, though most people aren’t paying much attention yet. At this early stage it’s not easy to predict how it all will turn out. That’s what makes it interesting. I’ve got my own prediction, and it’s based on my reading of the news and a fair bit of wistful wishful thinking. Here it is:

Bush’s numbers continue to drift downward as Iraq stays messy despite heroic efforts to clean it up. A scandal breaks into the headlines which forces Cheney to bow out for a second term, ostensibly for health reasons. Bush replaces him on the ticket with Condoleeza Rice, hoping to gain minority and female votes with a twofer. Meanwhile, Dean continues to be unstoppable, turns down the rage a bit and becomes attractive to a growing number of people. He wins the nomination after a sputtering attempt to bring Hillary in as an alternative and names Wesley Clark as his veep. After the most expensive and nastiest election in US History, the Dean/Clark ticket wins.

That’s my guess, and if it scares you take comfort in the fact that I’ve never once been right about these things.

But you can play, too. I’ve just put up the

2004 Presidential Prediction Poll and invite your participation. Mull it over and make a guess. You have until January 31 and then I’ll freeze what’s there and we’ll wait and see who came closest to reality. The winner will be saluted here next November. (Sorry, there’s no prize other than that intangible praise and tiny fame.) Jump in and give it a try!

Postscript: Results are coming in already. You can see them here.

Aftermath

Category: family – Bernie Dodge – 12:36 pm

I spoke too soon about how unscathed we all were. June’s finger swelled up and it pains her to move it. Alex and I have neck pains (but nothing serious… he’s been checked out by his doctor). My car wouldn’t start Friday morning because there’s a short somewhere now that has drained the battery dry. For the first time in the 14 years we’ve lived here, I actually walked to campus to get to a meeting. Thirty-five minutes of brisk stepping with 20 pounds of computing power on my shoulder. And a cold.

I appreciate the kind notes I got from lots of people. I appreciate a bit less the note from the dittohead who noticed my Dean bumpersticker and decided that I’m a communist. This is the state of American civility we’ve arrived at after electing someone whose mantra was “I’m a uniter, not a divider.”