On that ghastly Morning After the election, I had to go to Wal-Mart, and the little old black lady Greeter was just beside herself with joy...
I hope I kept a pleasant face to her when I said hello, but you know what I was thinking?
"You and I have far more in common that you do with that Chicago Con Artist..."
As sick as I was about the election, I surely didn't want to rain on her parade, but she was setting herself up for a fall.
I had a similar experience “the day after.” I was standing in line to check out at the grocery store and one by one the people in front of me raved along with the checkout clerk how wonderful bambi was and what a great day blah blah barf. When I got to the checkout stand I was stone cold and matter of fact, the clerk and box girl seemed horrified and uncomfortable with me, suddenly silence all around as they begrudgingly rang up my groceries and bagged them. You could hear a pin drop. After I left it was back to the obama orgy.
The election of Obama was truly mass psychosis, what complete idiots. Looks like now they are slowly finding that out.