Yesterday, the bitter Deaniacs were in the pit of despair. Today a new bat arises and we prepare ourselves once more for glorious battle. Perhaps we have lost most of our comrades, but we go once more into the fray.
Those of you who have never drunk the kool-aid or shrugged off its effects wonder why we do it. How many times do you have to hit us over the head before we listen?
It seems to me that we are in love. Not a mad crush, not a marriage of convenience (looking at you John Kerry), not a one night stand. Soul mate love--the type of love that everyone wants, but so few can find, the type of love that accepts warts, and endures through adversity. It's a political love, but one of the few chances that many of us have to do something earnestly and wholeheartedly and without the cynicism that most of us carry daily.
So for everyone telling us to SNAP OUT OF IT, we are also realists, and we will do what we have to do when we have to do it. Until then...we are Deaniacs!