It doesn't matter that the world is about to collapse: If Auntie Barbara Boxer told me to "Get over it! Come and talk to us! This election was about change!" I'd do the opposite of whatever it is she wanted me to do, simply so I would be able to watch her hyperventilate on C-SPAN a bit more. Condescend much? And also, maybe tell me again, one more time, what this election was about, because I fucking forget when you aren't telling me every ten minutes? Change, was it?
Good stuff. Good stuff.