The Republicans had pretty much packed out of the Grove Park Inn. I asked past Buncombe County Chair Mark Delk, “What now?” He started reciting a generic outline for a plan. An Unaffiliated McCain supporter said, “Be careful what you ask for.” Delk had to explain that it all led back to my theme. The analysis I provided them was that the Utes pulled the lever, and there was nothing anybody could say or do to crush the mindless “momentum.”

I passed one of the Utes that hangs out on my street on my way to the car. He was smoking as he walked down the middle of the road. I said hello, and he said, “Hey . . . Obama.” Firecrackers were going off as I returned home.

I had considered loading up on food from Democrat headquarters to take to the Republicans because they’re redistributionists. The kitchen crew was hussling, running food to the tables, panting as they went. I didn’t make it back to crash the suites, as fun as it sounded.

I’ll make a couple more stops before coming back with a tally of “important” votes.