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“White collared conservative flashing down the street 

                 Pointing their plastic finger at me

                 They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die

                 But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high

                 Wave on, wave on

                 Fall mountains, Just don’t fall on me

                 Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can’t dress like me

                 Sing on Brother, play on drummer”

  “If 6 Was 9,” Jimi Hendrix, 1968

Tuesday was the Bizarro world antithesis of the late Mr. Hendrix’s take on politics.

For months some of the more developmentally challenged commenters (that would be you, Harley and Mysterious J) have responded to my posts with sensitive and nuanced thoughts like, “Why don’t you just curl up and die, embittered old white man!  Don’t you realize your day is over!”

Well, apparently it isn’t.

There’s still life in this old Republican party yet.  There’s also more to the party than elderly, white straight men, with African-American, Hispanic, women, and gay Republicans being elected throughout the country.  Young people are also in full recovery from their infatuation with Obama and the Democratic Party.  (Nothing like living in your parents’ basement with no job prospects into your 30’s to concentrate the mind wonderfully.)

There are only two things further to say about the results of Tuesday’s election that haven’t been made elsewhere because they are local in nature. Continue reading →