Well, it's election day today. More to the point, tonight is election night, and that means Roger gets his jones on, bigtime. 3 TVs (Fox, CSPAN, MSNBC), so there's RWNs to the left of me, LWNs to the right, and boring-ass non-partisan monkeys in the middle. 5 laptops for talking smack with friends in Germany, Guam, and Okinawa. Coffee will be on all night.
Some people drink at election parties, but not us. We are serious about this shit, and only caffiene will do. By wednesday morning, I'll be stuck to the easy chair, crusted in my own filth, like a junkie waking up with a needle in his arm. Some people might be disgusted by that, but shut up. I'm an addict, and I make no bones about it.
Bets will be made. Butthurt will be had, especially if the house changes hands (unlikely) or the senate goes further democrat (likely). But the REAL commotion will, of course, be the presidential race, which I am here and now stating will go to Obama with 300-308 electoral votes. Nate, if you let me down, you bastard, I will have your guts for garters.
Anyway, no matter who wins, we'll be treated to two supposedly grown men in full election rut. Their eyes will be squinted, and they will speak nothing but gibberish. And THAT, my friends, is the real payoff...Watching two alleged homo sapiens act like howler monkeys.
Keep your football, your baseball, and your basketball. Enjoy them. But leave me and my election alone together. We have something special, something we can't explain to those not in love.
Up the Revolution, Gasbags,