Election Night: What it Was Like for the Right

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After the historic win of Barack Obama, I've slowed down a little on the blog. Things don't feel quite as urgent anymore. The oppressive weight of the lingering neocon nightmare, the squealing and clanking of the broken down (but still surprisingly effective) Karl Rove smear machine, have lessened to the point of irrelevence. And we can rest well with the knowledge that no matter what President-elect Obama does, it can be no worse--and would almost certainly be better--than what George W. Bush has put us through.

Given my animosity toward all things neocon, and my ferverent support for Obama, it surprises even me that I haven't taken the opportunity to revel in the opposition's loss. I haven't twisted the knife. I always thought I'd want to. I've always wanted to take a metaphorical whiz on Karl Rove's symbolic political grave. But Rove, and Bush and the rest all seem sort of unimportant now. Oh, sure, I'd love to see them drug through a historical sewer, forever ruined as political figures with no lasting legacy. And a few of them would look very, very nice in prison orange.

I found this fun piece in one of our local Las Vegas weeklies. The reporter got to roam the Republican "victory" party at the Palazzo on election night. What he chronicles is very interesting, and a little scary. Apparently, the nastiness that spewed forth from Sarah Palin and John McCain stuck with more than a few of the party faithful. But any article that includes the phrase, "Now, lest you think this writer is here to snort fat lines of schadenfreude. . ." just had to be included here on the blog.

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Fearanoia
The favored drink at the Republican shindig on Election Night? Hatorade

. . ."Just you wait. It's going to be Armageddon," Wishna says. "You're going to get what you deserve. When that Obama Kool-Aid kicks in, you're going to get a dose of reality." She predicts that anyone over the poverty line is going to be blindsided with tax hikes. Also, Obama is a closet Muslim who won't take a firm stance against a nuclear Iran because of his religious sympathies. The conversation she's hijacked finally reaches this freakish impasse at which Wishna, protesting any problem with the idea of a Muslim president per se, says she'd be fine with the notion -- as long as Obama takes his oath of office with his hand on a copy of the Koran. . .

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