There are not nights like this that often. There are not times, when you are down and out, such as I am, where something happens and makes you think anew about things. There is very little belief in the idea of change most of the time, i.e., the wife beater, or better yet the wife beating alcoholic.
Yet, what happened today is profound. Perhaps it isn't even that profound if its context weren't what it was. The Bush years have been tough to endure. And, such an end to them in such a historic way makes those years feel like roots deeply sown into the earth. Those roots must hurt as they bend and pull and tear through the soil as they become real saplings. It has got to fucking hurt!
So, here we are little tree of 300,000,000 people.
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