So who's going to win? Will it be the old one, or the black one?
These labels aren't very helpful, as they don't give us any insight into what the candidates are really all about. One supports a futile war, and one doesn't. One has run a successful election campaign, and one hasn't. One has picked a strange, crazy running mate (honestly, would you want this lady as second in command?!)
... and one hasn't.
It sounds like it's a done deal, and yet there's this nagging doubt that by this time tomorrow the american people might have done something silly. Anything can happen in politics.
In other news, there's an impending sense of deja vu as Jeremy Clarkson takes his turn at being hauled over the coals by the BBC licence paying public. He's had over 200 complaints about a joke he told in which he suggested that all lorry drivers like to kill prostitutes (this was a reference to the lorry driver Steve Wright, who has killed five of them). Some people obviously didn't think this was very funny. Here we go again, then.
