November 4th, 2008


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I decided I needed to pollute my caffeine stream with solid food, so I went and got a sammich.  It was a new place (to me, anyway) and I was feeling rushed, so I really didn't look at the menu closely.  If I had, I'd have seen that they serve a sliced turkey with stuffing and cranberry sauce sammich.  Which I've actually been craving lately.  I guess I'll get one next time.

Still jittery.  Still worried, even though all the numbers look great.  They looked good four years ago.  They were so good eight years ago Bush had to go and steal the election.  This time, I trust nothing.

Did I mention I got roped into seeing "Beverly Hills Chihuahua" this past weekend?  C-Monster really wanted to see it.  Jane bravely offered to take him, and somewhere along the way, I decided I should spend some time with my family rather than sitting at home by myself.

Having done this, I'm entirely certain that was not the right decision.  BHC may not be the worst movie I've ever seen, but it's in the top five.  I can literally count the number of times I laughed on two fingers, and they were both for the same gag.  Terrible film.  Absolutely terrible.

Just in case you were wondering.

Last Night's Dinner Conversation

C-Monster:  So, after the election, what happens to President Bush.  Does he just become a normal person again?

Me:  Yep.

C-Monster:  So, he'll have to go get a job?

Me:  I guess so.

C:  Well, good luck with that.

Me:  What do you mean?

C:  Well, he's going to have a hard time, being an ex-ST-president.

Me:  ST-president?

C:  You know...STUPID.

I Was Wrong, And I've Never Been Happier

Four years ago, on the morning after the 2004 Presidential Election, I wrote this:

"I went to bed uncertain but hopeful. This morning, I'm certainly hopeless. The rug has been pulled out from under me by my fellow Merkins. Not only that, but we can pretty well be guaranteed McCain vs. Clinton in 2008 now. Which will just be another repeat of this one and the last. Joy. McCain lost any shred of respect I had for him when he backed Bush to guarantee himself an in with the party in four years, and Sen. Clinton is electoral poison to the "Jeebus Lurves Me, This I Know - For My Wallet Tells Me So" crowd.

Last night was the death of liberal/progressive politics in the US. We were on the ropes, we made one last push, and like the British soldiers at the Somme, were machine-gunned as we left the trenches.

As it turns out, four years made more difference than I could have imagined, and I will happily stand corrected on this one.
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