Quote of the Day
A pundit asks me for the state of the race. I chant Bayes' theorem until his writings crumble into dust. The Noise fades - for now. The last Aztec shaman whispered to me his methodology. "Don't oversample partisans," he warned. "Tenochtitlan fell to independent voters." Through the margins of error, I sail ever homeward. The Noise howls - both Scylla and Charybdis. It shall feast on famine tonight. -- Nate Silver tweets here, here and here. God forbid he discover haiku.