Oh, Country

Good job, country. You did it. You voted, you volunteered, you donated, you prayed, you discussed, and you decided.

I want to be crowing in victory, but I'm seriously at a loss for words. People honked at us as we walked home, and all we could do was shout back. Every little bit of news that comes along could be the one that finally busts out the waterworks that are lying under the surface. I can't even crow loudly, it seems unsportsmanlike, especially after John McCain's speech of Platonic-ideal level graciousness.

Mostly? I so relieved that the results are decisive. It's not fixed perfectly (the wonderful folk I know who suffered long lines to vote can attest to that), but the mandate is clear: it is time that we become the change we wish to see in the world.

Can't leave well enough alone

It's nearly 3 am, and I'm going to bed. I just want to refresh this page and check on Prop 8 about thirty more times. It's breaking my heart how these initiatives have support enough to pass pretty much across the country. I am glad about the South Dakota abortion ban going down. That seemed a lot closer not too long ago. Here's hoping it stays dead this time. Why can't I just be happy that Obama won? Because I'm still waiting for the rug to get pulled out. I'm thrilled to the point of being stunned, but still hesitant, and nonsense like Prop 8 is probably why.

I'm sorry, humanity. Good news is maybe New York will start wedding couples in matching wedding gear. Oh please oh please oh please, let us let our gays get married. Let us marry other states' gays. As someone said at our election party tonight, "Mandatory gay marriage for all!" Okay, maybe not, but hey, freaking human civil rights, yo. Let's spread that good mojo around. President-Elect Too Cool To Be True said we're supposed to! And we all get puppies, too!

Last bit of insanity before I just go crash: FREAKING NORTH CAROLINA!!!! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO BE OFFICIALLY DECLARED ALL NIGHT. 100% of precincts reporting in, and still you tease me with the not-deciding. COME ON. Montana, sorry to lose you, but I can't say I'm surprised.

Keep it classy, Germany!

Newspaper covers of the world for today. Scroll down to the Hamburger Morgen Post.

Flog a dead horse much? Couldn't we put the incredibly historic, amazingly photogenic President-Elect on? Who knew Hamburger hated G. Dub that much? Is this because of that Angela Merkel backrub thing?