To them, the most important qualification for a presidential candidate is that he come to New Hampshire and pretend to like their pie and coffee and act all yokelly.
"We ain't votin' for that Cruz fella! We had bingo last week and Hillary were there, but not Mister Big Shot Cruz!"
Trump can drop free denim overalls from a helicopter and win the state easily. As long as he says he likes their pie.
Naaaaah...soviet Red Hampshire is all about queers, dead babies and crippling property taxes. They don't make you wear seat belts, though...