I
haven’t stopped smiling since 11:30pm Tuesday night. I’m capping off five days
of electoral afterglow with Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, bagels and – yes – donuts as
I watch the Sunday news programs. It’s kind of been like attending a week-long
wake of that mean uncle you never really liked and listening to the vague
defenses of his racist jokes, his three divorces and his innumerable lies and petty
cruelties.
I’m
not proud of enjoying that but I have been enjoying it.
Immensely.
