Trying to imagine what my response to a munchkin McCain or a pint-sized Palin might possibly be if I were to come face to face (or more likely face to about knee) with one during the course of tonight’s annual candy harvest… I had a hard time coming up with anything positive to say. As it went, I decided not to say anything at all… and do something at least marginally more productive to commemorate the recent intersection of politics and paganism.