So I'm all like, yeah, Barack Obama is going to devour the world, whereas John McCain would just grind his teeth and blink rapidly and shout angry non sequiturs to his "friends," and the usual progressive lurkers lurch to their feet and proclaim that while, sure, Barack Obama is going to launch wars and kill people, he's definitely maybe not going to launch as many wars or kill as many people, so really, you know, ought to be considered a boon to the world's downtrodden. The Donk is plainly excited by the prospect that their golden boy is going to steer the ship straight and true. Right on. I'm often asked--no; I'm often accused of holding all "political activity" to be quixotic and futile. A plain misreading. I think everyone should join their neighborhood association or support their local farms or help their neighbors throw rent parties or equip their houses with solar panels and geothermal wells and cut themselves off the grid. But participating in national politics? Bah. You have to believe that there is something worth improving. The unexamined notion at the heart of the progressive commitment to national electoral politics is the idea that America is good at heart, that it's something to be saved, fixed, bettered for future generations. Me, I think it's a dark and twisted monster with a heart of cadavers, shit, and coal. Working to forestall its eventual demise would be crazy.