Tonight, tonight, tonight
Just to let you know, I'll be live-blogging the election returns tonight, probably from about 7 pm to 1 am (if not later, if things are interesting). And some of my great co-bloggers will be contributing, too. So stop on by, why don't you? I can't speak for the co-bloggers, but I'll be drinking two things I bought on my recent trip down to Pittsburgh: potato vodka from Pennsylvania and bourbon from Kentucky. Good times -- or not. Probably not. Not with anticipated Dem losses. I've been generally optimistic, predicting that they'd do better than expected, but it's tough to keep up the optimism with most signs pointing to big GOP gains.
Alas.
Anyway, we'll be here. So, if nothing else, come commiserate with us, come lament with us the decline and fall of American democracy -- and come help push back against the Republican spin and media narratives that are sure to dominate political discourse in the immediate post-election period. They'll say this was a thorough rejection of the Democrats' supposedly left-wing agenda, a rejection of Obama's supposed turn to socialism, or fascism, or whatever. It is nothing of the kind. What we're witnessing, at a time of ongoing economic uncertainty (if not crisis) is the triumph of anger, fear, and bitterness, of irrational anti-incumbent sentiment, of successful Republican propaganda, of ignorance and apathy, of a frothing-at-the-mouth Republican base stirred up by deception and dishonesty, of independents buying the lies and embracing Republican extremism. And, of course, what we're witnessing is what normally happens at a president's first midterms, namely, losses for the party in power. What we're certainly not witnessing is any popular uprising for the GOP, which may claim some sort of mandate, including to paralyze government by refusing to work constructively with Democrats, but which will actually have nothing of the kind.
Yes, I'm pissed off already, because I know already how tonight's results will be interpreted by the media -- not that regurgitating Republican talking points amounts to interpretation, but you get the point.
Where the hell's that vodka?
Labels: 2010 elections
posted by Michael J.W. Stickings at
2:30 PM
1 Comments:
We made a stop at the liquor store for tonight's wake, and splurged a little on B52 ingredients for a special treat.
Grand Marnier/Bailey's/Kahlua over crushed ice... use it to wash down a Percocet and sit back to watch the doom and gloom in full living color.
I'm forever hopeful that a last minute buyer's remourse will set in BEFORE they pull the lever, and somehow these predictions will have been found to be off by a dozen percentage points in every race... but I'm not forgetting my own motto about American politics: Never underestimate the ignorance and gullibility of the American Voter.
They want to be represented by their peers, so Senator Stupid and Representative Cretin get to move to the front of the line.
We'll survive. The system will be clogged up for a couple more years, like a backed up septic tank at critical mass... one turd in, one turd out...
But maybe, just maybe, the public will get a good look at the lunatics they've allowed into office and realize Obama's been dealt a lousy hand from day one, and the "flop" just gave him three more lousy cards to play with.
We can only hope, right?
Enjoy your party, I'll watch Stewart and Colbert sum it all up later tonight.
The sun will still rise in the morning, but I might not be all that happy to see it after the party tonight.
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