I think last week I saw something about how this wasn't a particularly nasty campaign. Unbelievable. I don't think I want to get over my anger. I want to nurse it, and feed it, and let it burn a hole through everything around me, for years and years. Then I'll feel better.
I'll keep my anger in check, but right now I really want to have a beer with John Kerry. I bet he needs it, too. Email me, big guy.