I am made slightly nervous by the sudden spate of diaries crowing It's Ovah!
Mind you, I'd love to believe it. I'd love for the pathetic, lie-filled candidacy of Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan to be dead, buried, danced on, and the ground seeded with salt.
But it ain't Nov. 7th yet.
If you are reading this at all, you don't need me to find the links for you. They're all over the Recent Diaries. You've read 'em, I've read 'em. They're great. Boosting confidence is an utterly valid technique, and after some of the crap they've thrown at us, especially the mind-boggling Lookit-Me-Now-I'm-Moderate-No-Really Mitt of the first debate, we can damn well use some confidence.
I want to believe all the good numbers. Really, I do.
But I'm not going to celebrate for awhile yet.
Because the election won't be tallied for awhile yet.
I'm not trying to be a downer. I just am not going to celebrate until it's actually, really, not-kidding-around in the bag. Until Mitt concedes. Until Faux Noise concedes. Until Dick "Dick" Morris and Karl "Fuck All Of You, I AM Gonna Destroy The World" Rove choke on their own confetti-flecked vomit.
I truly am heartened by all the wonderful diarists and commenters, all the incredible campaign workers, video makers, all the people who are doing everything they can to bring this home. I have every confidence they will.
But let's not forget that we actually do have to bring it home. And until everything's tallied, it ain't home yet.
Let's kick some electoral ass, so that Wednesday will be a day filled to the brim with celebration.
And maybe just a little bit of gloating.
Fired Up? Ready To Go! GET OUT THE VOTE!