Last night was depressing. No doubt about that. And I will admit that I have been back and forth through the five stages of grief multiple times, and I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, but it sure isn't a tingle. My only current plausible explanation at this point is that Satan came through for Obama, but I can't prove that yet.
But there is nothing that we can change about it, and there is no point for sour grapes and gloominess. While I am supremely pessimistic about the direction this country will head in the next four years, I am optimistic that when the trends of misery continue, when the growth remains anemic, when the unemployment remains high, and when people, the elderly in particularly, begin to have to actually live with Obamacare, those who were unwise enough to vote for failure a second time will realize that the third time is not the charm. It may just be that these folks need to really hit rock bottom before we can hope for them to change. I am not yet ready to concede to Michael Moore that Americans are stupid, just deep in the throes of cognitive dissidence.
In the meantime, I plan on coping as I have for the past four years. Put on a happy face, keep pushing the positive message that is at the core of conservatism: that people are better than government, that what has always made America great has been its people and that to continue in greatness, the best approach is for the government to step back and unfetter the people. And, of course, I am going to keep making fun of the utter stupidity and hypocrisy that embodies the left because, well, we can't seem to be able to rely on the talented, professional comedians to do it.
Let us all carry on until we can retake the senate in 2014. Then maybe we can find something impeachable in the Benghazi fiasco. You see, there is always hope.