For the most part I just want to continue breathing deep sighs of relief.
But for the younger generations, I need to point something
out really quickly. Back in 1992, at the ripe old age of 26, for the
first time in my life I got to vote for the guy who won. Actually, if
we’re going to split hairs, the Electoral College deprived me of my shot
at voting for the guy who won (as it always does). But it’s the thought
that counts, right?
Sixteen years ago I felt like many of you do now. At last
we were in for a change. The social and economic injustices of the
Reagan era would soon be put right.
I hope we don’t all find ourselves in 2010 feeling as let down as I did by the time 1994 rolled around.
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