Tonight, election night, I happen to be in Chicago. It’s like Christmas here. My hotel room is eighteen floors in the air, but that doesn’t stop the cheers and car horns. Maybe Christmas is a bad example. It’s probably more like New Year’s. People are so excited, and they have no idea for what reason, except their team won the big battle. Personally, I didn’t even vote; thanks to Zippy Catholic.
After a while, I went downstairs to smoke a cigarette, and see who these folks are. Who is so enthused about the future now that Obama has won re-election? On the street was mostly college kids, whooping and hollering in the rain for Obama’s victory. Fantastic. The folks who don’t have the sense to get out of the rain won. As I dragged on my Pall Mall, a man I don’t know, but about my age, walked by me. He shrugged, and said, “What are you going to do?” I shrugged back and silently doubled-down on my commitment to get Out Of Dodge. I don’t know how he knew I am not an Obama supporter, but for a moment I was glad.
I duly await to see the “right” and “conservative” headlines tomorrow urging us all the leave the US, because the most-important-election-ever has been lost. No? They won’t, you say? Well why the Hell not?
Things that We have Heard and Known 