Me Me Me

There’s nothing I can say about last night that’s not cliched or glib, to borrow Tom Cruise’s favorite term. I am thrilled and exhausted, having cast my vote (along with half the people in my apartment building) at 6:15AM, worked all day, celebrated until 1AM, then went back to work for a full day, including TWO plays. No wonder I’m about to pass out! 

The main thing I feel, besides relief, is a lot more safe. The Supreme Court is safe for at least four years. The environment is safe. The right to choose is safe(ish). No jokes about “bomb bomb Iran.” A commitment to getting out of Iraq. A pledge to rejoin the international community. A Vice President with knowledge of the world. And do you know who the hero of the past few weeks has been? Colin Powell. His endorsement of Obama was so beautifully expressed, so calm and rational. Obama’s a Christian, but so what if he WAS a Muslim? Yes, Colin Powell! Tell the truth!

And furthermore, you go, Chris Buckley! I can’t bring myself to offer David Brooks an imaginary hug, but in my current “We Are the World” frame of mind, maybe I should ask David and Peggy Noonan to join the scintillating Maureen Dowd and me in a campfire circle for a chorus of “Kum Ba Yah.” (Sorry, William Kristol, you don’t get to sing with us.) See, I’m hallucinating! But it feels so good. 

As I enter election withdrawal, I may need to ask my darling husband to read me a bedtime story, maybe a CNN version of Good Night Moon, which has already spawned the hilarious parody Good Night Bush. “Good night moon. Good night room. Good night Anderson Cooper jumping over the moon.” zzzzzzzz