I CAN’T FAULT HER: Freudian Slip: Candy Crowley Calls Him ‘President Romney’.  Yesterday on the way back from the rally I kept doing this to my family’s amusement.  Stuff like “When the president was speaking”  “Mom, he wasn’t there.”  “Romney, yes he was.”  “Yes, but he’s not the president.”  “Oh, sorry.”  And five minutes later, again.  Let’s hope my subconscious is right!  Oh.  Forget hoping.  GO VOLUNTEER.  AND VOTE.  Even if you DON’T have to crawl over broken glass, we need enough votes to overcome margin of fraud.  GO.