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Who cares who Cranky McCain endorses

Regardless of what you think of that particular old crank clinging desperately to his senate seat, I roll my eyes every time I see a "news story" about some politician endorsing.

Who the hell cares? Who is going to let someone tell them who to vote for in a presidential election?

It's refreshing to hear many pundits now scoffing at the idea that Michelle Bachman can direct her supporters to Romney or Santorum, or that Perry or Gingrich can once they bow out.

Sometimes, on more cheerful days, it makes me smile, though. Because the nuttiness of the mere idea of it contrasts so starkly with the reality of why it happens. It used to work.

Not long ago, when my parents were young, and perhaps even middle-aged, large chunks of the population used to do as they were told. It seems like a distant universe, or a different race of humans, but it was not long ago or far away.

We have come a long damn way.

Kinda nice.

But I'm curious how long this relic will hang around. A few more election cycles for sure. But twelve years from now, or twenty, will it be gone completely and kids will start to ask "Endorse her? What does that mean?"