This weekend, while the entire Granite State was gripped with #FITN fever, our operatives leapt into the fray -- even infiltrating the Newt Gingrich phone bank -- to bring you only the finest in Robitussin-splashed gonzo campaign-trail journalism. No Vermin Supreme antic has gone unnoticed, no Santorum joke unmade.
only way to really dive into an early morning presidential debate is with a
little cough syrup. Or actually a lot of cough syrup. And so I swallowed a
gallon and went to check the happenings in Concord. This is not a metaphor.
The Occupy posse
was there. In full effect. And so were Ron Paul's homeys.