Buck up, muchachos

  I really can't stand the post mortem of a losing (however close) political campaign. The sniping is vicious and in the middle of it is always that nasty little Steve Schmidt and a couple other RINO operatives who really need to find a different line of work.
  Like Megan McCain, for one. Uh. The boob tweeter.
  So all the hysteria's coming out now.
  Like the Bloomberg reporter who subtly questioned the validity of democracy's questioners: why can't Obama just "rule" like the Chinese? WHY, dammit?
  And the climate change freaks, who have hauled out every wind machine and chart they ever manufactured to try to prove that hurricane Sandy was the culmination of thousands of Prius's emissions for the last decade.
  Meh.
  For now, I'm pulling the blanket back over my head and eating some more of those Hostess cupcakes I bought the other day.
  Which, btw, aren't nearly as good as I remembered them.
  Huh.
  Maybe Taco Twinkies will be better.
  Or Twinkie Bells.
  Or Long Dongs and Hos, instead of Ding Dongs and Ho-Hos.
  Yeah, South of zee Border always does it better.
  With cheese.