There was much gloating to be done, and at the level of blood sport -- the same level on which bloodthirsty, cutthroat Republicans have acted every single day for four consecutive years. This was going to be sweet, I thought, too delicious for words, and would soothe a long-dry palate, removing the foul GOP aftertaste that always dogged the vintage of each new year.
A quick search found a live stream from Romney Campaign Headquarters. And here, at 11:30 p.m. Eastern, America had dodged a lethal bullet. The joyous cork was popped, the glass filled, and the sip made, watching poleaxed GOP supporters online -- and just that fast, the sizzling effervescence slipped from that golden moment and champagne stream, and every bubble popped. The joy was instantly fizzled and flattened, set stone flat.
It turns out I am not much of a gloater.
It's probably a byproduct of having a far left mind-and-heart-set, a missing gene in Progressives and Social Democrats, no doubt -- one normally embedded in endless chains, but only in Republicans.
There was still relief from the now-obsolete threat of invasion by Romneybots. I have my beefs with Obama, but at least he's not Romney. We would not now be taken over by 19/26ths of Dubya's advisors, just for starters, and no nightmare cabinets of certifiable psychos would keep emerging. There was still plenty of joy in Mudville.
But, I had gone shopping, looking for Republicans to demonstrate some sense of awareness and shame for what they have put this poor country through for the last four years, and I was not finding that. I wanted to see expressions of them realizing, for the first time, the extent to which every average, everyday Republican had been manipulated and played for fools and tools by the back-room billionaires and their blaring, trumpeting-propaganda media machines...