I wanted to write a really evocative piece about what it feels like in D.C. right now. The mood of the people (not the nut-shriveling cold), the anticipation in the air, the fact that people really are striding around with a cheery little gleam in their eye like they know a secret and they know you know the secret too and isn’t it wonderful? And then there’s this … uh … this …
Words fail me.
I mean, I could tell you about arriving at the other end of my commute this morning and seeing that even the train station at the ass end of nowhere has a full compliment of porta-johns, but I’d have to tell you why that made an impression on me and you’d probably wind up reaching for a great big net.
As I said, I can’t find the words. So you’ll have to listen to this:
Wait. You don’t get chills?
What’s a Republican doing in my blog?
Ed: I have no idea why the embed crapped out.
But you’re still a Republican if you don’t get chills.