I've had a series of recurring visions since sometime around the Iowa straw poll. Men who are wearing suits and carrying loose-leaf folders put me in a plain room with a large mirror that I somehow know is one-way glass. They tell me I'm a focus group, all by myself. They assure me that I'll be paid $50 for my cooperation and be provided with a box lunch, choice of chicken-salad sandwich or smoked-turkey-and-arugula wrap. I should be aware, they say, that my lunch choice, coordinated with my party registration and weighted for my age and sex, will be used as...
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