On the (far) right side of the aisle, they're drooling in anticipation of an historic sweep. John Boehner is taking window measurements in the Speaker's office, Darrell Issa is writing articles of impeachment, Joe Barton is preparing to drill, baby, drill.
The pundits on TV are just as flushed with anticipation, giggling as they prepare to paint the national map bright, bloody, red. Tweety, Chuck, Brian, Wolf, and Keith are panting to interview glum Democrats and ebullient Republicans (and, most especially, swaggering tea-hadists new Members of Congress). And that doesn't even come close to what the near-orgasmic Faux talking-heads are anticipating for tonight.
It's probably too late to install a contrary meme, but I'd like to propose a way to forestall or mitigate the orgy of gloating from the other side. I think we need to suggest that, in this "perfect storm" political atmosphere, however many seats they end up gaining is actually far short of what they could have gained.
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