I’ll begin with a confession (okay, let’s call it a “nerd” confession).

I’ve been a political junkie since I could speak. Perhaps my dad had something to do with it, but we’ll get to the psychoanalysis another time. And that’s not even the “confession” part (although one may find some serious “nerd” in that statement).

My confession is that during an election season long, long ago, at a high school far, far away, I pretended to be a pollster. I fibbed about working for Gallup or the AP or the L.A. Times — I don’t remember which. I picked out names from the White Pages and made a bunch of calls. I believed at the time that my political-science teacher would look kindly on this profound piece of initiative: political... Leer Más