Wednesday, November 07, 2012
The Next Day
It was 1:30 or so in the AM when Fernando decided to rub his perpetually wet cold nose on my face. My eyes sprung open, my hands reached to throttle him, and my legs performed some sort of automatic move that brought me to my feet in about one second. "Goddamned cat. Come here you little shit. Waking me up. You wait you little bastard until I get my............." All the while my feet moved of their own accord towards the living room.
Automatic reflexes had kicked in as I simultaneously reached for the remote just as my lard butt hit the cushions of the couch. I flicked on the TV. It was still set on the same channel I had on over twlve hours earlier; one of those low rent Liberal news channels. Still half awake I struggled to focus on the graphic image on the screen. "That can't be right," I thought. I looked again and there it was, that's waht I'm talkin about, right there in Red and Blue - four more years of the O Man. Oh fuckin yeah. Immediately a heavy weight lifted off my shoulders and I became instantly wide awake. He frickin did it. The frickin bastard pulled it off. he and his boys were the smartest guys in the room after all.
I had gotten to the point in this election a few weeks ago when I couldn't stand to hear Romney speak. It drove my wife bonkers. As soon as one of his ads or speech segments came on I made a mad dash to the remote to mute his voice. I could not listen to him anymore. But I sat there on the couch a few hours ago and live in person as it happened, listened and watched Mitt Romney concede the race to his arch rival. It was the best concession speech I have ever heard. He stood tall all alone and looked presidential when he gave it. His words were upbeat and I could tell he probably meant every word. Props to the Mitt. He fought hard. When it came time to admit defeat he sucked it up and handled with dignity, grace and whole lot of class..
Turns out Fernando did me a favor. He must have had his cat like radar tuned into the other universe that really dictates ours. In that other universe, all things past are forgotten, but anything coming is known in advance by at least five minutes before it makes here for our consumption. He was just looking out for my interests because he is one of my true buds. So I snatched the little bastard up and gave him a ten minute belly rub. Both of us were happy now.
Okay, it's time to move along now and get on with it.................................