I mean, rationally I know Paul Krugman is right when he says that our tormenters (Bush, Cheney, DeLay et al) have been "banished to the wilderness". And I'm so grateful for that, you can't even know (oh wait, you're reading DKos: yes, you can).
Yet underneath all the joy (and believe me, I cried tears of joy for hours Tuesday night and even a couple times Wed.), I have some kind of vague dread. Like they will still somehow find a way to get us. It's irrational, I know: which is why I wonder if it's something like a collective, low grade version of PTSD.
Makes a certain amount of sense if so. I mean, it's felt at times like living in this country as a Democrat was something like being a wanted criminal or being stuck behind enemy lines, you know?
Or maybe it's just me.