The fact that late-deciding voters went overwhelmingly for Biliously's Kitchen Sink Statesmanship.

"Buyer's remorse."

Her face on ALL the major news shows tomorrow morning -- have you seen the list?  So happy I will be at work, so no sick morbid part of myself can trap me into watching that.

"I've still won all the big states that we have to carry in the fall."

Rush Limbaugh groupies voting Clinton by the -- what -- hundreds?  thousands? -- and this likely to snowball in upcoming contests, now that there is absolutely nothing to be gained by voting R.

"As far as I know."

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I feel the way I feel when I watch something like the slave ship scenes of Amistad.  I am sickened beyond words.  I am cynical about the human species. My lips involuntarily shape themselves into an expression of revulsion.  Something putrid seems to have smeared itself all along the lower portion of my intestines.

Okay.  Yes we can.  Okay.  I breathe.  I force myself to say the words.  Yes we can. Dear God, give me strength.  And give us respite.  Okay.  

Thank God for this site, where I am not alone in my feelings, and where others with more perspective have today done me such a great service by writing diaries to snap us out of it, to remind us of why we believe, to slap us upside the head and tell us to stop being wusses.

My stomach still feels queasy.  Okay, get a grip.

Maybe some Rodgers & Hammerstein will help.  There are very few things, imho, that cannot be improved by a little Rodgers and Hammerstein.  One from "Cinderella" seems appropriate:

Impossible
for a plain yellow pumpkin
to become a golden carriage.

Impossible
for a plain country bumpkin
and a prince to join in marriage.

And four white mice will never
be four white horses.
Such falderol and fiddle-dee-dee
of course is
Impossible. Impossible.

But the world is full of zanies and fools,
who don't believe in sensible rules,
and won't believe what sensible people say.

And because these daft and dewy-eyed dopes
keep building up impossible hopes,

Impossible
things are happening every day.

Okay.  I can live with being a delusional, daft, dewy-eyed dope.  My favorite modus operandi, in point of fact.

But SHIT when do the good guys get to finally win?