A lifelong New Hampshire resident, the Beast has always looked at his neighbors to the west with a certain degree of condescension. In the 1960’s The Granite State was relatively Hippie-free, but Vermont was stuffed with them. Take a quick trip across the border today you will see flocks of Gray ponytails on skinny bookish men in beatup Saabs: Veni Vidi Vici!
There was a time when The Green Mountain State did not languish under the burden of New York and Massachusetts cultural pollution, but that time is long past. It is now the state where good patricians go to die (in their summer homes). So, being veritably stuffed with roving hordes of liberals on the prowl for good antiques and a decent latte, is it any suprise Vermont is barren ground for the G.O.P.? And in the poisionous partisan atmosphere of today, which is roughly analogous to that of the planet Venus if one replaces Carbon Dioxide with unreasoning hatred, naturally they are all for ousing the President.
If one were to take an opinion survey in the Dog Pound on the topic of chasing cats, one could hardly expect more unanimity. But since Vermont scores a nine on the liberal radiometer, the home of Howard Dean must suffer the consequences of its odd demographic and jerk its political knee to every partisan tap, blissfully free of any kind of reasoned thought or debate.
Here endeth the lesson.