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Written by Maragret McCann
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Thursday, 03 January 2008 |
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Ever since the Old Man of the Mountain’s face fell, New Hampshire has
sought an inspirational symbol that doesn’t resemble John Kerry to
guide it through uncertainty. But, as primary day rapidly approaches,
the electorate feels as fickle as a thesaurus. Choosing among appealing
candidates is hard enough, but predicting how Iowa impacts New
Hampshire, how New Hampshire might then influence Super Duper Tuesday,
and whether to vote Democrat or Republican is downright confounding.
Betting on who has general election stamina—deepest pockets, most
positive negatives, who makes the future look shiny but solid, who can
turn purple states red or blue—further befuddles. No wonder so much has
been written about the New Hampshire primary’s similarity to a whacky
Scottish village that runs on taffy-time.
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Written by Margaret McCann
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Wednesday, 07 November 2007 |
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two random Scots on the streets of Portsmouth share their thoughts on the N.H. primary
It
happens every four years: The waxing and waning of familiar and
presidential that is the N.H. primary season, where brushes with
greatness lurk around any corner. That redhead at The Red Door your
co-worker is hitting on might be Mrs. Kucinich or Maureen Dowd. That
tiny grape on the far side of the Brewery could be, close up, Guliani’s
courageously uncomb-overed cranium, or Biden’s brain-bulging,
hair-plugged forehead. That responsible citizen delivering a baby in
line at the post office is, hopefully, Dr. Paul.
This time around, things are even stranger. The actual date of
the N.H. primary swims obscurely through future time like a harbor seal
treading brackish water in a turning tide. Exactly when the unstoppable
force of the campaign trail meets the immoveable object of the N.H.
primary is something only Secretary of State Bill Gardner knows for
sure.
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