James Carville just said it’s basically over, so it must be over. This is devastating. I think I ought to try to get to sleep. I don’t know what happens next. I can’t stand the other side. There’s so little common ground.
This is bleak.
James Carville just said it’s basically over, so it must be over. This is devastating. I think I ought to try to get to sleep. I don’t know what happens next. I can’t stand the other side. There’s so little common ground.
This is bleak.
I have been on the back porch crying and cradling the stray cat who wandered up earlier. I don’t know what to say; I don’t have words right now, just tears.
Perhaps you can name the stray Obama, as he is the one person out of tonight that gives me any hope.
Its not over until Dick Cheney sings, Cnn hasnt called it we still have a chance. But the chance is little.
Maybe I will. Or Barack. Both the candidate and the cat were bright spots in an otherwise altogether grim evening.