I got to bed late last night because I couldn’t stop watching the political bloodbath in local and state elections across the country, as office after office flipped from a long-standing GOP member to a Democrat. It was beautiful.
A lot of people who’ve been hiding under a blanket with a bottle of whiskey for the last year just poked their heads out into the light, sniffing cautiously at the unfamiliar fresh scent of hope.
The events of the last year have taught the progressive movement to never, ever again assume that everything is going to be okay, we’ve also remembered how to swing a punch. And last night was a hell of a punch into the Nazi-sympathizing face of the GOP.
Hell. If Virginia can flit their state government, Texas surely can.