My hide is chapped. No, really – there is actual chappage on my hide which was likely incurred by braving some cold-ass temperatures last night to put in an appearance at my precinct’s caucus meeting… and I just lost you, didn’t I?  For those without a thesaurus handy: Precinct = neighborhood or zone. Caucus = gathering or meeting. Meeting… um, see above for evident redundancy on my part. Once every four years, they hold these meetings as candidates of my party make their way across the country in attempts to glean my vote as well as the votes of my fellow state inhabitants.  Most of you (98% of this state in fact, at minimum, based on last night’s turnout and stats) are absolutely clueless as to what goes down at these events, so let me enlighten you. Sign in that you attended for your precinct. Grab a cookie provided for […]