The Primary Prophecy: Nostradamus Speaks

Everyone wishes they could read tea leaves or goat entrails and foresee the outcome of the primary. Fortunately for those of us who can't, Nostradamus himself wrote about the primary battles of the 2008 election cycle hundreds of years ago for our benefit. I think after a careful reading of the prophecies, you'll find ample support for your candidate's winning the race.

The first quatrain reads:

The corn shall meet in open rituals,
The hair and the head shall triumph over all comers.
The rock and snow shall punish
And discord shall be their gift.

At first glance, it would seem to indicate a Romney win in Iowa (and loss in New Hampshire), but it could refer to a surprise Dodd win, an Edwards win, or even a bald man winning. The punishment in the third line could refer to the Iowa winner losing in NH, but that isn't necessarily the case - he could be talking about someone else entirely, or the punished could even be someone not even a candidate.

Next we have this quatrain:

South, south, stricken down
A traitor's son gets his reward.
After the long wait, a promise finished -
Rome burns again.

It may be contradicted by this quatrain, though:

The Southron marches forth
Enemies fall and converts are gained.
Towers collapse and the ocean swallows the desert.
Pernicious flame redeemed.

Unlike some of Nostradamus' quatrains, though, this one is not subject to interpretation:

The flower of the [...] (ed: the manuscript is damaged here) stumbles
Atlas' triumph is complete.
The great fall down and are buried,
The lesser scatter to the winds.

No one knows exactly what the next quatrain refers to, but it probably predicts good things for your candidate.

Nibelheim's pride searches for what is his
He leaves battling the Dragon to another
Though his minions shall fail
He shall survive when none do.

Scholars have determined that this quatrain refers to your candidate.

The favored gets the upper hand,
With enemies driven in front of armies,
Broken on the wheel, they beg forgiveness
And with a spear, the favored rules the world.

What is in store after the primaries?

The tribune shall be the last, evermore,
Dying in a burning building
With his sister and her betrothed.
It shall take six hours.

Strangely, the last quatrain on the subject is unusually opaque. It reads:

Three shall vote for Mike Gravel.
Not three from a hundred, but three.
Joe Eastbank, Gladys McCloud, and Blanche
Foxerson shall cast their ballots for him.

In closing, congratulations! Your candidate's triumph is foretold in the stars.