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We have lived inside a five-year long nightmare only to wake up to the best politics could offer us up in a new dream. We have a new congress composed of all sorts of our people, a rainbow of opinions and backgrounds and passions. Capturing the Senate means that Bush is no longer King, no longer even a pretender to that false ambition. His bloated control on the government ended in the course of a very long day...a beautiful, terrifying day...
Terrified is how I feel. It's like a trust has been raised up between us and the new Democrats coming in, as well as the ones remaining in Congress. We want to believe in more than government again, we want to believe in EACH OTHER. We have pointed them toward what we want, now they have to make it happen. We have become great worshippers of the promise of the Constitution as we saw it cut to pieces by fascist petro-lunatics. Now is the time to get it right again.
Terrified because Bush is still there, still stupid, still an arrogant alpha male who truly does not believe that things have changed. Firing Rumsfeld was a gesture, someone told him to, probably Darth Cheney. He intends to keep his War, keep his belief that he is right, he is the Decider, the rest of us should go about our business.
Our business, Mr. Bush, is what you should be concerned with, and because you weren't you are lamer a duck than has been witnessed in decades. Nobody will stand by you, nobody will recall in happiness these past five years, or tout their progress. Nobody. Not any person in the world.
You are alone tonight, Mr. Bush.
The rest of us? We're together, for this beautiful fucking moment, five years in the making, if not decades. Nobody knows what is going to happen. We're happy, we're blind, we're hopeful at last.
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