Last night was a punch in the face covered in Awesome Sauce.
I am ashamed to admit I was unable to get down to Grant Park in time to take part in the historical event, but I doubt I was missed. I made it home from rehearsal in time to see MSNBC call it for Obama, and just seeing that blue number jump above the 270 mark sent a thrill up my spine. As an added bonus, the Democrats picked up five more seats in the Senate, including Elizabeth Dole’s. This will be the first time in three decades that neither a Bush nor a Dole holds a seat in Congress or the White House. Huzzah!
The night was not perfect. Michelle “Joe McCarthy” Bachmann kept her job, as did Norm Coleman, Saxby Chambliss, and (inexplicably) Ted Stevens. And worst of all, California passed Proposition 8. I have a few friends in California that I just want to hug right now.
Still, I woke up this morning feeling like anything was possible. When was the last time that happened?
Well, Coleman is having a recount. Chambliss is having a runoff. It’s not THAT bad.
The anti-gay legislation is mighty fucked, however. I’m even more troubled by the Prop in Arkansas making it against the law for gay people to adopt (any unmarried couples, actually).
I had a line on two tickets, then lost one. Killed me. But it was a night I had to share with my wife – we didn’t want to be separated for what was, in every sense, the best night in our lives as a citizen of this nation. We are, at last, the people we say we are. I now know what the Boomers felt for Kennedy, what the Depression generation felt for FDR. (Screw Reagan. He was the model for Bush’s “go shopping” type of inspirational drive).
The Republicans I know are having a nervous breakdown. The poor bastards really swallowed the line about that Socialism thing. I’ve been trying to talk them down from the bridge.
There, there. I say. There, there. Your guns are safe. I know for a fact you’re not in the income bracket where Obama will personally take your money and give it to a child-neglecting crack addict.
This is the first time I ever voted FOR somebody rather than against somebody. Clinton didn’t count. I didn’t know we had it so good.
And wow…America has its fist non-white president. Wow!
America has its fist non-white president.
There are either letters or prepositions missing from this observation.
I sincerely hope it’s the letter “r.” Otherwise, I’m calling the Secret Service.
Oh sure. Call the Secret Service.
They’ll have to catch me fist!