succumbs, and lets the Palinmania wash over him like the water from a natural hot spring deep in the woods of the Northwestern wilderness:

I'm not in this for analysis. I'm in for gloating. And I need to be winning to be gloating.

You ever try gloating when you're getting your ass kicked? It doesn't play.

It's been a while since I could really, genuinely, deeply gloat.

Thank you, John McCain and Sarah Palin, for once again letting me laugh.

And thank you, too, liberals. DKM (Daily Kos Media). Barack "Community Organizer" Obama. Power Glutes Andi. Keef Olbermann. You have played no small role in elevating my spirits and bringing joy into my life again.

In fact, to be honest, it has relatively little to do with McCain or Palin and almost everything to do with you.

You shit-for-brains clown-nosed jerkoffs are just about the best thing I've got going on in my life.

You are the wind beneath my wings. I . . . . I think I love you guys.

Was that too forward? I don't want this to get weird. Let me take back the l-bomb and just say: Don't change. Don't change a blessed thing.

After that, the post gets ugly in a hurry. But the soaring rhetoric above? It was so sweet, so . . . beautiful. I nearly cried.

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