|Yeah, I was super happy.|
I kept most of my buttons under wraps since I didn't want to get accidentally swerved into while biking to work, or have my car/face keyed. But on election night I put on half of them, and stuck the other half onto A.'s shirt.
I am deliriously happy. I know a lot of people are delirious with sadness right now, and all I can say to that is, well, I know how you feel. Remember the 2004 elections? Yep. And as the canard goes (tired after only a year, who'd have imagined?), I survived it. You will survive Obama. In fact, I think you'll do better than you did before. But it's okay if you don't think you will. There's still no way anyone can convince me today that President Bush was the right choice the first or the second time.
Of course, I don't know anyone who resorted to calling him racial slurs on social media.
Congratulations, President Obama. Thank you for Obamacare. Those of us who manage (somehow) to defy that pervasive, likely inevitable temptation to leech off the "respectable" members of society and hold down full time work* while chronically diseased? We salute you.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
*Oh hey, and you know what? Those of us who can't? Still aren't leeches. I will pause for you to faint and recover and troll.