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An open letter to the disheartened

You know, I was depressed for most of the Post-Election Wednesday. Rehnquist's diagnosis grew more dire. Kerry conceded awfully early in the news cycle. France and Germany rolled over and hinted that they were ready to play ball with the newly-vindicated Dubya. Republican hacks and Freepers alike were sharing the "We Won" luv...

You know what saved me? America's Next Top Model. Insipid (yet strangely satisfying) reality television. Dubya is a simple-minded bastard being puppeted by some of the most despicable partisans in the history of our nation, but my sweetly zaftig SISTUH Tocarra made it through the fire one more time. Meanwhile, Tyra's hypnotic allure was a balm to sooth my Dubya-stained soul.

Sure we lost Senate seats, but Obama's right, they don't have 60 votes. We will lose some Supremes, but Dubya can't elevate Scalia or Thomas to Chief. And one of his replacements will have to be a concession to the Dems. Besides, if things continue as they have with the economy, Iraq, joblessness and education, we might be able to turn some things around in '06 and regain some leverage in the Senate.

Still, on Wednesday evening, as I flipped between ANTM and a harrowing episode of Smallville, my world seemed a little less bleak than it had only a few hours earlier. Funny commercials still brought a grin to my face. My kids were precocious as ever and life was moving on. I realized that as intellectually numbing Dubya's re-election is, the country will return to its natural rhythm.

Besides, Stacie J. returns to The Apprentice tonight.

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