For our international visitors, the title references this song played at American sporting events when the home team annihilates the visitors.
And yes, sorry, this is a political post.
I was not one of those kids who pulled the legs off grasshoppers or set ants on fire with a magnifying glass or even took secret pleasure when the other nerd child in gym class got picked last for dodge ball.
But as an adult I absolutely delight in watching candidates drop out of a Presidential race!
Today's casualties? John "But my parents ate Potted Meat!" Edwards and Rudy "Don't come crying to me when you're choking on Sarin gas. Bastards." Giuliani.
Whee! What a rush!
In case you've spent the day in an isolation chamber, there now remain two Dems - Hillary and Obama - and three and half Republicans if you are still counting Ron Paul.
And this is where it starts to get ugly.
I won't go so far as to say I enjoy negative campaigning - you know I hate true Haters - but I find it absolutely fascinating.
In order to earn my Communications degree I actually had to sit through a class that investigated, dissected and explained campaign advertising and candidate image-making (although I still cannot explain Michael Dukakis).
If I had the time, money and ambition to pursue a Masters degree I would undoubtedly write my thesis on negative campaigning. It includes so many different areas of expertise - psychology, lexicography, graphic design, marketing, nonverbal comm, sneakery....
Anywho, I am geared UP, y'all, just WAITING for Super Tuesday. Which I believe should fall on Fat Tuesday every election cycle.
I'll give you some beads if you show me your voter ID card!