As you might have seen in my
earlier thread, there are worse things than losing an election. Maybe my perspective is a little off because of my a near-death masonry experience (by the way, I figured out what it is: A piece of sidewalk curbing), but right at this moment, honest to God, I'm feeling pretty goddam chipper.
For the love of God, why? you ask.
Because I'm not dead in Iraq, and I still have to fight for those people. Because I'm not alive in Iraq, and I still have to fight for those people. Because I am alive in America, and there are millions of people who woke up this morning afraid because of this election, and I intend to let them know that someone has their back. I fought this fight every day for four years, and if another four years is on the menu, then so fucking be it. As was demonstrably proven last night, I am a thick-skulled son of a bitch. I don't scare easy, and I am *always* up for a fight.
Skinner has re-named this place the 'Fighting and Acrimony' forum, so I assume it has not been sunshine and roses in here. That is, of course, to be expected. The way I see it, you have two choices:
1. Gird up right now and get back into the game. There is about to be an assault on Fallujah, Osama is still alive, the weapons are still missing, indeed, everything our campaign talked about yesterday is still around today. The fact that the campaign is over does not mean that stuff isn't important anymore.
2. Scream, shout, break stuff, despair, quit, gnash your teeth, attack your allies, generally flip all the way out...and after a couple of weeks of that, you will find yourself right back where you started. I don't begrudge anyone their despair; if my perspective hadn't been violently altered last night, I almost certainly would be feeling the same way. But here we are, anyway.
The sun came up. It will come up tomorrow. I don't know about you, but I'm not much for surrender, and I have never backed down from a fight in my life.
Oh, and P.S., name for me please the last second term President in the last 50 years who managed to avoid shame and ignominy. Eisenhower? Nope. Nixon? Hell, nope. Reagan? Nope. Clinton? Nope. Even the President of the United States sometimes must have to stand naked.
So I'm here. Anyone who's interested in joining me knows where to find me. I'm the guy on the battlement who looks like he fell off his skateboard. You know, the smiling guy with the big stick.