I've been doing a Schadenfreude Snoopy-dance recently. A grand one, really; you should see it. It involves a great deal of foot-stomping and wailing to the rafters. Self-righteous tub-thumping.
I should mention I work in a heavily Republican-dominated atmosphere. More than one desk is adorned with Bush bumperstickers and campaign paraphernalia; one has a picture of its occupant with the President himself. We few Dems -- and we know who we are -- tend to be quiet about our affiliation. There's been no hazing reported, but good Lord -- who wants to tempt fate in this economy?
But not now. Oh no. And what are we crowing about?
The party of family values can't be trusted to protect our own children, much less this country and its ideals.
Burn, baby, burn. And so we dance.