Reading the election returns on the Post's website I feel a surge of hope the likes of which I haven't felt in a while. I was too young in 2000; my friends and I all wanted Bush because our parents told us Bill Clinton did a "bad thing" and Gore was no better. In 2002, I took National, State and Local Government, and our teacher encouraged us to get involved and, on election night, my heart sunk as I saw Bob Ehrlich's victory celebration. In 2004, I was too demoralized to get involved in my high school's Young Democrats after I saw Howard Dean's disastrous speech on CNN; when Bush won a second term I succumbed to the realization that he was, in fact, Our President.
But tonight is different. I am listening to O'Malley's March, and I am hopeful. Perhaps we will get Maryland back on track soon.
Normally I don't give a rat's ass about Virginia, but I'd like to see George "Maccaca" Allen go down, as well. Unfortunately, it might be awhile before that one is decided.
It would be nice to see Allen sent packing.
The whole mid-Atlantic neighborhood became a whole lot friendlier (especially Penna.) or stayed friendly.
It could be worse. When I got to cast my very first general election ballot, I knew it was futile - the choices were the inexplicably popular sitting President (Reagan) and a hopeless Democratic contender (Mondale). Sigh.
But hey, I'm going to miss Bobby Haircut and Friend To All Puppies.
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