Four years of elephants.
◊ I flogged my brain long enough to churn out a paper for class. I like the paper a lot. It'll probably surface here soon to assuage my guilt about not posting a long election critique.
So here's my election critique, which is actually pretty short:
Four more years of the jug-eared fuckhead. At least the Democrats put up a decent fight. As much as everyone liked to talk about how they got their asses handed to them in this election, I think they did OK for campaigning on a platform of "Dude, Bush fucked up, dude."
The fact that anyone other than Fox News was holding their breath about the way the swing states would go says a lot. As a rule, any president up for reelection during wartime has a lock on another term in the White House. (The exception was Johnson, who chose not to run again in '68 largely because of the huge mess in Vietnam.) Americans just don't like switching horses midstream. If Iraq had looked just a little more gruesome (which it won't, thanks to "embedding" journalists where the military can keep an eye on them and their video cameras, and the way unflattering things like unhappy American troops and death counts for Iraqi civilians are kept very low-profile), America might have a slightly less optimistic take on the war on terror.
'Cause remember, we're not at war with a country, we're at war with an abstract concept, which means Congress doesn't have to approve it and it doesn't have to end. And it'll all work out A-OK in the end, just like the War on Drugs!