When I woke up today, I had NO idea that today would be the day that we, Minnesotans, would get our second senator. Hey, it’s only eight fucking months past the election. What’s the rush, right? Speaking of Rush, I sincerely hope that he is frothing at the mouth, curled up in a fetal ball, and nursing his vodka laced with Oxycontin, muttering to himself. He’s already compared the ruling to the Iran situation, which makes me on par with President Ahmadinejad and the Supreme Leader of Iran. If I see someone in the streets of Minneapolis protesting the decision, I am going to point and laugh hysterically.
Look, I get that it’s hard to lose a close election. It hurts. It sucks. You think your guy was jobbed. However, those of us who voted for Gore in 2000 (yes, it still stings) were told to get over it and let the nation heal. We were told to shut up about the election and pretend it never happened. For the good of our country.
So, my fellow Minnesotans, the one who voted for Coleman, are you going to follow your own party’s advice and move on? Even Coleman himself said that it was time to let the state heal. Somehow, I doubt Minnesotan Republicans will listen.
You know what? I don’t fucking care. Oh, I know, I’m supposed to be a bleeding-heart liberal who feels empathy for everyone. In fact, some people (John Cole from BJ) think that if one does not feel empathy for everyone, then one is not really a liberal. I am the bleedingest of bleeding hearts, but there are some people who don’t engender any empathy or sympathy from me. Supporters of Coleman would fall under that category. Now, I am one who rarely feels schadenfreude over anything, but I am loving this.