I really would like to, but I would be completely insincere and dishonest if I did. There can only be one winner in every race, and this time the media and the corporatists that pay their huge salaries picked Obama. I am not happy about it, nor will I forget nor forgive the things he did to “win.” I sincerely and honestly believe he will be a bad leader in a time of crisis.
But starting next January Barack Obama will be the only president we have, so I hope to Koresh I am wrong, and I will take no pleasure in being right. (Well, maybe a little pleasure, but only when I get to scream “I TOLD YOU SO!” in the faces of disillusioned sippy-kup kidz) If the Obama administration turns out to be a liberal wet-dream, I will happily kiss the unity pony’s ass on the White House lawn. But I ain’t buying any chapstick just yet.
There were a few positive developments that came out of the campaign, and I intend to work on those. One encouraging thing was we were able to reach out to rank & file Republicans and engage with them in civil discourse. In fact, they treated PUMAs far nicer than our alleged fellow lefties did. I’m still a flaming liberal, but never again will I fall into the partisan trap.
This petulant clown won’t be drinking the Kool-aid, not even to experiment. I’ll keep being rude, obnoxious and occasionally inappropriate. As far as I’m concerned there won’t be any honeymoons or benefit of the doubt. And since it’s obvious that neither the media nor the big blogger boyz will be doing it, I’ll keep telling people that the clothes have no emperor. If that bothers people, too bad, but I don’t do this to be popular.