After 24 hours spent celebrating an election that appeared to breathe new life into progressivism in the United States, I started to give serious thought to the disappointment emanating from conservative America. And when I say conservative America, I'm not talking about Mitt Romney, Paul Ryan, John Boehner or Eric Cantor. Nor am I talking about Rush, Newt, Grover, Turd Blossom, or even the Donald. No, I'm talking about the tens of millions of Americans who stuffed their hopes for our country's future into a fresh batch of right-leaning candidates and pleaded with those same candidates to fix things.

On election day, I'd been thinking about these tens of millions of Americans (almost half of the voting population, it should be noted) and reveling in how triumphant I was feeling and how it compared to the utter disappointment on the faces of the folks at the real-life Romney Death Rally. And it gave me satisfaction every time I reflected on this new-found reversal of fortune. Since that night, though, I've been trying to shift my perspective. The more I think about the outcome, the more I try to see things, even if only in some limited capacity, from the vantage point of good-natured, well-meaning conservatives in America. These people exist, and they exist in great numbers. And when I think about the outcome of this election from their eyes, I start to understand why they might be upset.

You know what? I'd be mad, too.