Well, Election Day is over at last. No more infuriating telephone spam, no more of the juvenile taunting and slanderous invective that, as this editorial rightly points out, should be enough to keep any self-respecting adult out of public service, and no more dithering over which of the available roster of egomaniacs are the ones we ought to hold our noses and vote for.
I don’t have much to say about the results, other than to note with satisfaction the ouster of that blustering ignoramus, the self-righteous creationist and homophobe Rick “Frothy Mix” Santorum, and to register hearty approval, also, for the belated departure of Donald Rumsfeld, at whose feet I lay much of the blame for our catastrophic ineptitude in Iraq.
As for local news, our Congressional district here in Brooklyn is now to be represented by one Yvette Clarke, who occupies a slot on the ideological continuum somewhere just to the left of Leon Trotsky, and our junior senator will continue to be the scheming carpetbagger Hillary Clinton, who was indeed preferable — she does, after all, exhibit a certain shrewdness — to her Republican opponent, the amiable and bumbling nullity John Spencer.
Of course, this is all just an opening flourish, a prefatory ruffle of drums and flutter of strings, to the performance that awaits us in 2008.
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Scheming carpetbagger? You say that like it’s a bad thing.
What I want to know is: how did Kinky Friedman do? Will he be the next governor of Texas? Maybe they can change the state song to his immortal “Ballad of Charles Whitman.” Right now, the only good thing to come out of Texas is I-10. With Kinky in the governor’s mansion and the Texas Jewboys in his cabinet, we would finally have a state we can be proud of.