Okay, I get it. No prosecutions for war crimes. DADT's still on the books. Why aren't the bankers in jail? New Orleans' still cryin'. Soldiers still dyin'. Major suckitude backing up my pipes.
And, no, I don't think it should be ignored. I'm not a bot. Bile's what I got.
Matter of fact, I'm so pissed about so much, I don't think I can sort it all out right now. Probably take weeks just to get all my diary research ducks in a row. Say, about three of 'em.
This is a very simple, and I believe reasonable, request for my fellow kossacks and Democrats:
Do a little more digging. Go back and get the obscure details. Save your drafts.
For just a little longer.
Because, right now, we have an opportunity we neither expected nor deserve, an opportunity to shove the collective Beltway wisdom down the throats of every lazy, narrative-addict pundit and 'Pub shill and pull off one of the greatest upsets in modern political history.
We are in sight of a potential mind-blower here, people. Hold the Senate? Shoot, pilgrim, at this rate, we could even hold the House. We could secure majorities that would enable us to move forward a progressive agenda that will make the Rushes and Glenns and Bills soil their tailored drawers.
All I'm asking is that we concentrate our energies for the next fortnight and a bit on painting this old town blue, bluer than the clearest summer sky, bluer than the worst nightmares of the Orange Dude, bluer than a Chet Baker song.
Don't fret. We'll have plenty of time to dissect every failure, every sellout, every backstab of the administration and all the congressional turncoats we're about to sweat blood for.
But, for now,
let's go get 'em.
Thanks for listening.