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President Barack Obama.

Obviously everyone knows this by now, and I’m trying not to talk about it in BlackBerry shorthand. I am surprised it went so easily; I had so much of that democratic paranoia after the last two elections. When they called my home state (Pennsylvania) early in the night, I was concerned–were they jinxing it, like with Florida back in 2000? But state after state turned blue, and the large ones that turned red might have made the map look intimidating, but they lacked the electoral votes to make a difference.

John McCain’s concession speech was classy. If he had been that John McCain since summer, he could have been president-elect right now, but he chose to go a dirtier route and pick the Pitbull. McCain is not a bad guy. I have nothing but respect for him, and I am glad that he conceded with couth. His audience hurt my soul a little bit, but McCain knows that what happened will be good for the country, so he’s not going to be a sore loser about it. Thank you.

I’m looking forward to listening to Obama’s speech at midnight, but, to be honest, I will probably be in pajamas by then.

America, we’ve voted for change.

Congratulations!

As I was getting ready for work this morning, the Today show was showing Barack Obama voting at his local polling place. He and Michelle had the girls with them, and it took me back to when my parents took me in the voting booth with them. I was born to vote Democrat, and this is the first year since I turned 18 that I debated not doing so.

I’ve come a long way from that jaded Hillary-loving moderate that toyed with the idea of voting for John McCain out of respect for his service for the country and admiration for his time in Senate. This is the first race in which I had to become a truly educated voter (because seriously, I would have voted against Bush even if I’d had a lobotomy in ’04). The more I learned about McCain, the more I realized that I could respectfully deny that he represented my beliefs.

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Well, now that the latest issue of Lucy is live, I can go back to blogging, right? The extent of my political outbursts has been confined to yelling at my television and arguing with people on the message board for my local newspaper. Apparently, Barack Obama is the next Fidel Castro. I’m not even kidding.

What would the letters to the editor be titled if Hillary Clinton had won in the primaries? Delightful plays on the candidate’s last name would not be possible; Hillary would not be an “Obamanation.” Granted, if it was Clinton up against John McCain, we’d be talking about how PMS might lead to nuking our allies or how bitches can’t be trusted (none of which comes up when we talk about that lovely little Sarah Palin character, who has now apparently gone rogue against her handlers). When did this race turn into one bad email forward? A look at my small town newspaper probably reflects plenty of those “Real American” newspapers. “Real Americans” don’t need facts; they apparently answer to a larger truth (where dinosaurs walk with man?) and John McCain, according to Jon Stewart, will be President of these areas (see the Nancy Pfotenhauer link below).

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I really cannot get over Sarah Palin and the blatant terror she causes in my little heart. At first, I thought she was harmless, but now I’m not so sure. In coming to grips with my fear, I was reminded of Donnie Darko and the line where decisions are based on either Fear or Love. While Donnie says things aren’t black and white like that, in this case, they seem to be. Sarah Palin lies out of fear. Fear her inadequacy will be discovered (too late!), fear her party will lose to a guy with the middle name Hussein, fear that Joe Six-Pack might wake up from his drunken stupor and realize that he doesn’t want a dimwit running the show… Similarly, I’m voting out of fear. It is well known that I was not a huge Obama fan coming into this final stretch, but since the introduction of Sarah Palin into this mix, I’m scared shitless. Everything about me knows that while Obama is not my ideal candidate, he’s also not straight up stupid, and therefore deserves my Pennsylvanian vote.

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I’ve been absent from politics and this blog for a little over a week. I wish I could have spoken to how condescending I found Palin’s “Joe Six-Pack” comment during her debate, or how disgusted I am with McCain’s latest slew of ads. I’m not going to issue a comment on how McCain’s campaign has essentially ripped off Obama’s campaign in any and every way possible. I’m going to try really hard not to dwell on the fact that a giant toddler could become President of the country. No, I’m going to bitch about abortion, the latest issue to invade my TV.

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