…film at eleven.
Being either drunk or hung over for the past two days, I missed out on all the early wailing, gnashing of teeth, and rending of garments, but so far every single prediction I’ve made about the Prezidental Elkeshun has come true (to wit, McCain would get buried in a landslide, and Obama would carry both Virginia and Colorado.) Also as expected, A quick ring ’round the gunblogosphere reveals about an even split of temperate disappointment, and spitting, snarling, hysteria. Sheesh. Some people need to get their Ativan scripts refilled…
But hey! I didn’t vote for either of the asshats!
More on politics and what this means for the shooting public later. I gotta get on a plane here shortly.