My soul, once hardened and foul, like the crust on dirty dishes, has been soaked (in democracy), scrubbed (with voting) and it sitting ready in the drying rack of my heart.

Yes, I did miss writing impenetrable metaphors.

Now that we Americans can once again claim that we value our ideals, our country and the rest of the world, I am ready to start tearing shit apart again with crude, slightly simplistic explications of irrelevant things (a.k.a. blogging). But before we get to that, here’s a nice trip down memory lane: Brooklyn Skeptic on Mr. President-elect, Barack Obama.

• Connections: Roving Bands of Aliens & Barack Obama
• Barack Obama: Hooking Democrats Up Since 2007
• 2008 Election Update for Girls
• Brooklyn Skeptic on Obama

Seriously though, folks. Thank effing god. I think we might be okay after all.