Rain, wind damp, politics

The weather is perfectly miserable up here in Massachusetts in case anyone was wondering.
Cold, wet, raining, evocative of London sans the scenery.
Mark Twain once said something about hardy new englanders lynching local poets who dare devote lyrics to the beauties of Springtime in the Land of the Pilgrims.
At least the students are gone though, one can now find on-street parking in Kenmore Square again.
Oh and Joan Vennochi, a poor naif' that the Boston Globe is trying to pass off as a sassy streetwise columnist has marked out hard for Romney on today's op-ed page.
So all in all the weather and the political conditions are marching in lockstep these days.
And that damn Romney-Healey billboard is STILL brooding over Fresh Pond like a threat...ghod when will these people ever give it up and just take the damn thing down???
It smacks of ego and hubris.
Mitt is riding high now, everyone thinks he has tapped into the limitless reserves of the independent suburban voters...and who knows maybe he has.
I dunno though, I have a funny feeling that Finneran and Travaglini have got Romney sussed.
His reform package got the circular file last week without so much as a backward glance. Predictably the Governor threatened to veto legislative pay raises and promised to campaign in 2004 for more GOP senators and reps.
Which is naught but the usual bluster Trav and Finn have heard before from two other governors. Hell their districts are safe they can afford to lose ten seats apiece with no threat to their hegemony.
All this does indicate that the governor is impatient and thin skinned.
I think their strategy might be one of passive aggression, wear Romney down to the point where he either has to accept enhanced revenues (always the cup of hemlock for today's rigid conservative ideologues) or he begins to pine for a cabinet position.
Either way it forces Mitt to go back on one of his solemn campaign promises.
After all what does Willard really have to look forward to?
Two three four or more sessions like the last one?
Sooner or later his tycoon's impatience will take over and he'll start looking for a nice cushy Federal appointment.
If I were him I'd think twice, La Famiglia Arbusto are a famously one-way bunch, you do for them, they won't do much for you.
Which of course, leaves us with Kerry Healey an obscure pedant and housewife from Beverly as our Governor-prithely known to the local GOP as "Swift-lite".
Think about that...