Shawty is da shit?

FILE UNDER: PRIMARIES: So fucking disco!


"You must not know bout me. Don't sleep homie. Don't sleep..."

"Yeah, I work for Current TV. I actually just got back from the New Hampshire primaries..."

And with that, the picking of his brain began.

Another Friday night. Another loft in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles. Music is playing, but this ain't no dance party. The host is a caterer and he gets booze on the regular. From behind the bar he will stand hooking it up. Meanwhile us partygoers are left to talk amongst ourselves and get to know one another; and once he put it out there that he was at the New Hampshire primaries, we inebriated twenty-something dwellers of Los Angeles took it amongst ourselves to let election talk run free like the wind.

PUFF PUFF PASS. Al Gore. PUFF PUFF PASS. Hillary Clinton. PUFF PUFF PASS. Barack Obama. PUFF PUFF PASS. "John McCain scares me," says he who looks 15 with the Nikolai Fraiture haircut [the new [or old] Rachel for the hipster set], or as if he came with his cooler older brother. PUFF PUFF PASS. "WHAT!?@#?" PUFF PUFF PASS. "Wait a minute let me finish..."

Welcome to the young, buzzed political rant, in which our young, dashing hipster friend goes on at length to explain how McCain is a sleeper candidate who's got a lot of folks on his side, even if we ain't seeing it at this here moment. "Seriously, just watch."

PUFF PUFF PASS.

"Okay. Whatever..."

LOS ANGELES TIMES: McCain's doves. [He's a hawk on the war, yet independent-minded voters who are sick of Iraq are voting for him anyway.]

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LOS ANGELES TIMES: John McCain for GOP nominee