Well, I'm not finding it very easy to come up with much to write at the moment. Even though I already knew it was over at 1am, I still flipped around until sometime after 3 when I finally turned off the TV and lay in bed for 6 hours until it was time to come in and listen to more Fox News all day. They seem to be a little disappointed that Kerry has now called Bush to concede, last night after they called Ohio (at 1) they immediately began gearing up for a fight and everyone on their airwaves started speaking in some odd variation of pig latin or ubbi-dubbi where every other word you speak has to be either "lawyer" or "trial lawyer"... not sure exactly of the rules or when each of those is appropriate, but I think it has something to do with whether the preceding word ends in a consonant or a vowel. A few other people on this internet have written better words on the subject than I can manage in my current state. First I went to the Progressive Review, where Sam Smith sums up the depressed and defeated side of how I'm feeling today with this Thomas Jefferson quote from the first revolution: "From the conclusion of this war we shall be going downhill. It will not be necessary to resort every moment to the people for support. They will be forgotten, therefore, and their rights disregarded. They will forget themselves save in the sole faculty of making money, and will never think of uniting to effect a due respect for their rights. The shackles, therefore . . . will be made heavier and heavier, till our rights shall revive or expire in a convulsion." But then I stopped by Cityrag and found what she had to say a little more hopeful and constructive, and I think it sums up what I think is the proper attitude to have right now pretty perfectly. So that's what I'm going with, the struggle continues, and I've still got an irrationally hopeful feeling regarding the pursuit of happiness, even if life and liberty are still feeling shakier than they ought to be right now. Better than being poked in the eye with a sharp stick, as my father often said, and you have to admit that it probably is. So, onward.