Wow.  It’s November 5, and I’m looking at a crisp, clear morning sky.  I’m sure at least half the country is amazed that it didn’t fall on our heads last night.  Whether the sky falls or hangs on to its celestial hooks for another 4 years…I’m just glad the election is over.

No more attack ads.  No more debates.  No more polls.  No more pundits.  I’m ready for it all to just go…away.  I’m ready to get back to the plain ole’ everyday partisan bickering.  This election year bickering is way too shrill for my tastes.

If I never get another pleading, conspiratorial, politically-themed email from my grandmother (the kool-aid drinking republican) or my little brother (the ideologically naïve democrat), it’ll be too soon.  And, I’m all for locking Mississippi Congressional candidates Ronnie Musgrove and Rocker Wicker in a dark closet, giving them each a bag of fire ants, and letting them go to town.

But, at the end of the day, it’s just another election.  It’s not the end of the world.  The sky hasn’t fallen, and probably won’t fall anytime soon.

So, let’s all take a big, fat, freakin’ pill, and just…move on.