I had this stupid grin on my face the entire time. It was raining, Mapquest screwed me over on the way to the polling station, and, to top things off, my pants started to fall down as I scurried over to the ballot box. So there I was, wet and tired and with my butt practically hanging out for all the retirees to see, but nevertheless immensely pleased for myself.
The after-party hangover was cured by Rumsfeld’s resignation.
Keep on rocking in the free world indeed.