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Are there enough chads this time?

I don’t think there are. The gap in Ohio seems wider than the range of provisional ballot numbers I’m seeing bandied about. There’s a potential hanging out here, but I don’t see it falling into our hands this time (uh, again). So I’m disappointed by the outcome. Now if the potential comes around to our side, imagine the doubling up from amazement and joy I’ll have coming to me. Can hardly wait for that…

No, I’m disappointed. But I’m not defeated. One of the great thing about this peculiar contest is that fans of the opposing team don’t leave the stadium when they lose. They stick around to take their lumps, then get right back into the fight.

Not a great analogy. So sue me.

In any case, the bright side of all this for me is that for the next four years I retain the ability to throw barbed comments and cutting observations at the administration without those annoying pangs of irony whacking me, because I’m throwing them at my guy. I hate ironic pangs. Perhaps in his next term Bush will hunt them down and take ‘em out, just like he did to that foreign fella who attacked us. You know, Whatshisname. Saddama hus Saden, I think that’s it.

Finally, to Ohio: growing up in Indiana, I used to hear all kinds of things about you. Apparently they’re all true.