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I am struggling today to pursue Obama's advice: to think of those who voted for McCain as "friends" and to imagine that we have "bonds of affection." Mostly, I'm failing. I keep drifting over to blogs and websites that gloat, looking for a good laugh. (My favorite quote thus far: "Hey, Hannity, how does my ass taste?!")
If I could just move on, past the smug satisfaction, that would be the right thing to do. But never in my wildest dreams would I think of being touched by or feeling sorry for Condi Rice. Joan, you are wasting your time. I don't expect you to join the gloaters, but, sheesh, can't you find any better way to spend this glorious day?