Reading around the various nitwittery about OMG OBAMA and OMG HILLARY and OMG HUNTER this morning, I happened to look up at my Bush Countdown Calendar and realize we’re a year away from the official end of our long national nightmare. I don’t know about you guys, but I plan to be so blind drunk 366 days from now that when I wake up (naked, in a tree, with a string of pearls around my waist and only a fur pelt for cover) not only will I not remember Bush’s helicopter boarding moment, I won’t remember BUSH.
Seriously, though. We’ve got to start thinking about what kind of world we want built after this, and thinking not just wishfully but practically, too: What will we need to do to recover from this, to repair what’s been broken, to account for what’s been lost?
I was joking to somebody in the Crack Van last night that the Freepi might be in a froth right now, hating on Mitt and McCain and Giuliani with equal fervor, but once the primaries were over their candidate would magically assemble with Jesus and Reagan’s corpse into a giant battle robot to take on the horrible DemonRats and be transformed from whatever worthless sack of shit they thought he was into the Next Great American Action Hero, because the enemy of my enemy is my masturbation fantasy, or something like that anyway.
And I’m only partly joking, because it’s not like we won’t have to do that, too. I’m glad that for the most party we’re not actively freaking out about it, except in thepatently wanktastic and narcissistic corners of the Internet. We’re going to have to find some way to figure out how to mobilize behind who we’ve got, regardless of who we wanted, because President Romney? Oh Cylon God, no. President McCain … Not with your vote would I cast one for that guy, not after he humped Bush’s leg like an overwound spaniel in 2004, not after that, no.
We’ve got to start thinking not just about winning the presidency but winning the country back, too, and doing things to ensure what has happened to us in the past eight years will never happen again. How do we do that? How do we undo all the damage? Where do we even begin? As much fun as it may be to autowitter on about UR CANDIDATE SUXXORZ and OMG UR MEEN!!11! and whatnot, we’re doing this for something, right? What for? What do we do, when we have to turn our attention from building up a candidate to rebuilding a country? Where do we even start?
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