Hurricane

Well, it’s the morning after… I have a mild hangover.

Obama stuffed Uncle Johnny’s goose, but give the old dude credit, that was a very gracious concession speech.  I hope Sarah Palin makes my day in 2012 and makes a dash for the Republican ticket. It will be hilarious to see her crash and burn again. It was quite a surreal moment when Obama was made the projected winner, after the West Coast states checked in at about 11. There were maybe forty of us, and I doubt there was more than a couple of Uncle Johnny fans. Now Obama has four years of living up to the most impossible expectations. Good luck, yo.

My predictions – for a pool with some of the peeps – were as follows, Obama 375 McCain 163. And yeah, stupid WordPress is making life difficult for me, so right click ‘View image’ on this if you want to see the map properly:

It was almost the case, and may still be, because they’re reluctant to call Missouri. But I think I will end up a wee bit too high, and out of the cash. What to do.

And as someone said, Obama, you’s the Hurricane, man.

I suppose Mr. Hurricane would have worked as well, but buggerfuck, you can’t beat Bob Dylan for evoking a chill down your spine.

From here.