Our six-week long statewide nightmare is nearly over.

For six weeks, you haven't been able to swing a dead cat without hitting somebody who wanted to bloviate about the presidential primary that may eventually select the next leader of the free world.

We've been treated to a series of craptacular TV commercials -- mostly I'm thinking about the ads where the phone's always ringing at 3 a.m. In one, the commercial's about economic crisis and the phone's ringing at 3 a.m. If the phone's ringing at 3 a.m., it won't be a financial crisis. It'll be Bill looking for a ride home.

We've had one candidate traipse through town and surrogates for the other visit and take a look around and wonder what they were doing here.

We've had mailboxes -- at least those belonging to the 12 or so registered Democrats in the county -- stuffed with flyers and pamphlets and whatnot.

We've had the phone calls from pollsters and the robo-calls where it appears Rob Reiner or Ed Rendell or Bob Casey is asking for your vote for their candidate.

We've had more attention than we ever asked for.

When this enterprise began, so many months ago, we all decried that the primary season would be over by the time the Pennsylvania contest rolled around. We were hoping we'd get the chance to make a difference.

OK, so how do you like it now?