No offense to the good residents of Dixville Notch - home of the sophomoric double-entendre since 1856 - but it was rather fatiguing to be inundated with the constant updates about the primary results from this tiny little burg.

"Well Anderson, Obama has surged to a commanding lead with nine votes. While on the Republican ticket John McCain is outpolling rival Mitt Romney five to three. What does this mean for Clinton's national strategy when she did not garner a single vote? Does this mean the former first lady will have to pull out of the race now?"

Yes, one knows that filling up 24 hours of airtime is difficult these days especially when the hosts you have on television aren't real journalists and don't know how to cover an actual news story. But does America really need minute-by-minute updates of every change of political fortune in Dixville, footage of the "white board results" and reporters and photographers from Reuters, Associated Press, New York Times, and television networks breathlessly awaiting to see whether Bill Richards received one vote or two?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not dogging the Dixville community because their ritual is actually a cute local story. I'll emphasize the word "local" once again. Kind of like Punxsutawney Phil or the Seafair Pirates here. And the local hotels and restaurants must make a killing bilking television crews and campaign staffers who are trucked up there. But next election cycle can't we stop the talking heads reading tea leaves about how the results in Dixville will shape the outcome of the rest of New Hampshire and in turn the country?