I've found a new love.
Oh, I still have a warm place in my heart for Norah Jones. And Halle Berry. Oh, and Penélope Cruz. (However, they won't return my phone calls.)
But this is it. This is real.
World, meet the love of my life: Julie Borowski.
I know the odds are against us: a young woman and an older man, a loud-'n-proud libertarian and a reticent independent. But if we could meet, I just know we'd fit each other, like yin and yang.
Speaking seriously now: I have officially lost all respect for Pres. Obama, the Democrat Party, and the 2012 presidential campaign season. (I never heard of Lena Dunham before; however, she's lost the respect you normally grant someone you don't know.) As a friend of mine commented, Julie's send-up is "
it would be up to future generations of Americans to implement meaningful reform." Translation: the present generation isn't lying still enough for reformers to walk all over them.
At any rate, it's time to put this campaign season to bed. I expect that Obama will concede the election about four hours before CNN and MSNBC will admit a Romney victory; fully one-half of Congressional Democrats will demand a pointless, time-wasting recount, and the farce of what could have been, should have been the greatest moment in American racial relations will finally come to an end with another historical first: the inauguration of the first Mormon president.
Oh, and Julie ... call me, would you?