Dance with me, Boris, Dance with me!

(pit location due to political nature of post and lack of debate inherent herein)

Boris my love… I feel as if I’ve awakened from a long sleep…a sleep that tortured me with nightmares of war, death, economic devastation, and endless lies coupled with gutlessness in the highest leaders of the land. I saw my nightmares on the horizon as the sleep descended over me, and I tried to stay awake, but I couldn’t do it.

Today I am awake, refreshed, ready to go forth…and I find I wish to dance. Will you escort me?

(No, I don’t think a dem-held Congress is the second coming of Christ…I’d have to buy into the first in order for that to fly. But given the truly obscene nature of what has passed for governance under a 100% GOP controlled government, it’s impossibile to imagine anything coming from the Dems that will feel like anything less than fresh morning dew in a mountain meadow, and that includes doing absolutely nothing more except saying “Hell to the no!” to pretty much anything Bush and Cheney crawl on their bellies to them for, even if it’s just a piece of apple pie. They spent hte last 6 years shitting on apple pie. They can eat that one.)

Stoid. Back from the void.

::: puts on doorman uniform and prepares to hold door for Elucidator … and BJMoose ::::

YEEEEEEE-HAW! YIP! YIP! YIP! Boogie till ya puke!

Sorry took so long to get here, hung over like a motherfucker, me and Err Apparent sat up late into the morning slamming brandy shots and gloating, gloating, gloating!

And, honey buns, the fun is just starting! All of that shit they have been hiding for years is coming out, the application of sunshine as disinfectant. There are plans being made to spend time with various families, even as we speak. The spectre of Abramoff is tightening sphincters to nutcracker intensity! And Halliburton? How does their stock stand today, one has to wonder.

Ponie! Ponies! Supermodels rolling around all nekkid on piles of hundred dollar bills! Ponies! It is a wonderful day to be a grateful citizen of the bestest country the world has ever dreamed of! When the people lead, the leaders will follow.

Downside: I dance like a white boy. Upside: no dignity I need to preserve! And my beloved country is awash with hope, from glee to shining glee!

YEEEEEEEEE-HAW! Ride 'em and spank 'em!

Mandate. Isn’t that a lovely word, “mandate”?

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Sorry to disappoint you.

Oh, don’t let it bother you none, I’m pretty much un-bummable today.

No impeachment, no peace.

But does it really apply? A mandate to me would be all of the sitting members sent home. As it stands, this looks more of a squeaker than a solid mandate (even though that word’s meaning has seemed to change over the last few elections.)

This is as close to a mandate as you can get. Yes, it was a squeaker, but look at how many seats changed hands. The party in firm control was basically told at the polls that their serices are no longer required.

This was as revolutionary as the 1994 Republican sweeps, if not more so because this was a referendum on policy rather than personality.

In other news, George Armstrong Custer lost to Crazy Horse in what is described as a “squeeker”…

Just to underline Airman’s point, notice as well that no Dem held seats changed to Pubbie hands.

I’m stealing this one. No question.

Fair enough on the mandate definition.
I hope all the talk of bipartisanship and moving forward bears fruit in the next to years, instead of what I expect to see - Dems settling old grudges and saying things like “yer SO pwned”.

It’s morning in America. :slight_smile:

I love the smell of napalm in the morning. :slight_smile: :slight_smile: