For several years now I've had two bottles of Champagne that I've labeled "Regime Change". I'm hoping to pop one tomorrow after the election. The other, of course, is for 2008 when Lucifer exits the Whitehouse.

Im not counting my chickens yet. The GOP still have the Diebold voting machines as their Ace-in-the-hole.

But yes, if all turns out well, Corks will be a-poppin'.

I know. As optomistic as I'd like to be, I keep reminding myself we live in a country that 85% of which still believes in witchcraft and angels and has entire states that have outlawed the teaching of scientific fact not adherent to fundamentalist doctrine and the practice of some modern medicine.

With that kind of idiotic nincompoopery to contend with, it's hard for me to get my hopes up.

Celebration? Heck yeah! But I'm stopping when the first bottle is empty, cuz my GF is on a diet, so I'm drinking it solo. I'm such a lightweight, but sure ain't feeling no pain!

Well, I popped the cork, around 10 o'clock as soon as I got word that the Dems regained control of the lower house.

If the nationwide senate contest would have been as much of a rout, I'd have went out side and let off a burst of gunfire into the night sky and sang & danced shirtless with a bottle of Tequila.

Almost happened.