Tell me, Sweetie, What's My Name?

I'll admit it, the so-called end-game in this long Democratic nomination battle is beginning to confuse me. Let's see if we can get it all down. Barack Obama is the presumptive nominee, favored in that status by national magazine cover stories. Yet no one has told the voters: either in West Virginia, where poor laggard Hillary Clinton (attacked by rabies-infected "Democrats") could barely pull off a 41-point squeaker, nor in the general party populace, where Democrats overwhelmingly want her to stay in the race till the conclusion. They also want her to be the Vice-Presidential nominee, should she come up short. Or form a third party and keep running. Yet there was John Edwards - waiting, waiting, waiting - till after the poorest state in the nation voted to announce that Obama is his man on poverty, and has been ever since they did their manly two-step on Hillary's head in October. Does it mean Edwards wants to be on the ticket? And does it mean the Presumptive Twins will knock off the evil sister - today abandoned in grimy opportunistic fashion by the leadership of a major  women's rights group to the outrage of its membership - in 'Ole Kentucky next week? Finally, what's the truth in the rumor that Obama greeted Edwards as "sweetie" when his private jet brought the poor people's campaign to the mass rally in Michigan? It all makes my head spin with weariness - next you'll try and tell me Al Giordano's a Mets fan. Go ahead, blow my mind.