God knows how many election polling outfits there are these days. Once upon a time, there was just Gallup; then it became Gallup and Harris; now there are dozens and perhaps hundreds. Who knows how skilled they are at their sampling, their weighting of likely voters, and the other factors that separate meaningful polls from floss and ear wax?
Of course, the main problem with polls is that you don’t know whether the respondents are telling the truth. If only the penalty for giving a false answer to a polling question was like that imposed at the Bridge of Death . . . .
new york is a mess.
see aversion of my grief.
poor poor mouse.
cruxified cruxified by my lover.
kiev with forgers.