Whoa. Wow.

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...

Last night I witnessed revolution. A bloodless revolution. A revolution that didn't require gunpowder, treason and plot. Something amazing. Hell, everyone knows what I'm talking about -- history was made last night. An African American was elected president, and hopefully he will straighten out the fuckshit mess that occurred in the past eight years.

I'm still gobsmacked. The cynical part of me isn't sure if anything will change. Politics is a funny thing -- we're promised everything, but there's no promise that we'll actually get anywhere. Hell, the Democrats two years ago promised a lot, but as of now, haven't delivered on all the big stuff they said they'd do. I don't know if this will change that or not, but honestly, the optimism is refreshing.

Admittedly, last night I was feeling like this:



I was expecting a bloodbath. I was expecting hours and hours of weird vote tallying and stories about hanging chads and other shenanigans. I wasn't expecting everything to be done by 10 p.m. I'm still feeling that way a little bit. I hope I'm wrong. I hope that everything that we've put into Obama is true (or as close as we can get to the truth). I hope also that we get the fuck out of the mess we're in right now.

And yes, I hope that John McCain is on vacation, relaxing with a big cocktail and getting ready to take a stick to upside the militant fundies' heads. I want the guy who gave that gracious concession speech back. I hope that his call for cooperation is true. I'm sick of the divisions.

Welcome to the world's highest office Mr. Obama. Good luck man, you're going to need it.