Little Orphan Willie sings: "Tomorrow..."
Wee Willie feels he must weigh in on the eve of this momentous occasion, since he is, after all, WILLIAM RIVERS PITT. Here is the Logorrheal One waxing inspirational, using many words to say nothing, in this THREAD, simply and solemnly titled, "Tomorrow...". And the Pied Piper's eloquence moves his DUmmieland sycophants to tears! So let us gather round the Sage of Bukowski's and soak up his wisdom, in Bolshevik Red, while the commentary of your humble guest correspondent, Charles Henrickson, reminding you DUmmies that Democrat Voting Day is actually the day AFTER tomorrow, is in the [brackets]:
[Pie-eyed Preacher Pitt about to pontificate. . . .]
It has been a long and terrible time since tomorrow mattered as much as it does today.
[Tomorrow matters more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow. Oops! Wrong song.]
It began with that first terrible election, the media manipulations, the stolen and uncounted votes, the menacing mobs, and a decision by the highest court which sealed our doom.
[How did we SURVIVE??!!]
We have seen tax cuts which looted our Treasury and further enriched the wealthy. . . .
[Imagine that! Allowing people who already pay the most taxes to KEEP more of what they earned! Shocking!]
we have seen presidential vetoes. . . . we have seen executive orders. . . . We have seen annihilation. . . . We have seen wars. . . . We have seen fear. . . .
[We have seen Pitt do this kind of cheap rhetorical device before, which he invariably overdoes. It's paragraph filler. Carry on, Pitt.]
We have seen terrorists, and all too often, they have been us.
[Uh, no, Pitt. They have not been us. Unless you count Barry's pal, Billy.]
We have known death, and disgrace, and failure, and greed, and theft, and shame, and utter lawlessness.
[And all sorts of other nasty, icky things! BAAAAD Bush! Oh, wait! Bush isn't running this time.]
We have lost hope, and been afraid, and fallen to exhaustion and despair.
[Falling off your barstool at Bukowski's doesn't count, Will.]
We have seen torture and murder stamped with the seal of highest approval, and we have become what we despise.
[OK, we get your point. Things have been REALLY REALLY BAD! Somehow I sense a "but" coming on.]
But. . . .
[Cue the orchestra. . . .]
tomorrow is a different matter.
[The sun'll come out, tomorrow. . . .]
Tomorrow is a place of definitions, where change may come and be welcome even in the smallest degree.
[Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun. . . .]
Tomorrow will see millions upon millions from every national nook and cranny pour forth in celebration of their own lone and lonesome voices.
[Just thinkin' about, tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, till there's none. . . .]
Tomorrow, we will know.
[Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. . . .]
It has been a long, strange and entirely preposterous course that has brought us today to the edge of our next tomorrow.
[It has been a long, strange and entirely ponderous string of crap that has brought us to the end of your sentence.]
Millions of new voters rewrote an old, calcified map.
[Millions of readers took a long and glassy-eyed nap.]
Fifty states one and all had their say. . . .
Money mattered less than organization. . . .
[Two words: George $oro$.]
less than passion, less than hope, less than tomorrow.
[Less than the MSM doing NO investigative reporting whatsoever of Obamassiah.]
There are many eyes upon us today. . . .
[And they are rapidly glazing over.]
The eyes of those . . . the eyes of those . . . the eyes of those . . . the eyes of those . . . the eyes of all those . . .
[Here we go with the repetition bit again. . . .]
Tomorrow is another choosing. . . .
[Big finish. . . .]
Tomorrow has come at last.
[Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you're only . . . a day . . . AWAY! Thank you, Little Orphan Willie, for that load of nothing. Now on to your tearful sycophants . . .]
It's been a long eight years . . .
[. . . since I started reading Pitt's essay.]
my head spins just thinking about it.
[Call the spin doctor.]
One thing is certain - DemocraticUnderground has been a life-ring for me, personally.
[DUmmieland has been a LAFF-RIOT for US!]
it is a time to celebrate.
[Freudenschade, baby! The polls CANNOT be wrong! . . . Can they?]
Thank you Will. You have moved me to tears once again.
[Sob. . . . Sniff. . . .]
Beautifully said, thank you, Mr. Pitt. I'm sure I'm not the only one today who is moved to tears by your eloquence.
[We are not worthy!]
my 12 year old is an Obama supporter too! (too bad she can't vote).
[Call ACORN. They'll work something out.]
The one sentence you wrote had me looking outside my window at the rain. . . .
[Reprise: When I'm stuck with a day that's gray and lonely. . . .]
Thank you Will. You helped to open my eyes. I mean it. Thank you for being patient with those who knew less.
[You are too good to us, Will!]
Beautiful. You have brought tears to my eyes. I have faith in tomorrow.
[God bless you, Will Pitt!]
Thank you Will. I felt it.
[A tingle up your leg?]
I remember 2004 the day after. Only too clearly. It will be different this time.
[This time Lucy will KEEP the football ON THE GROUND!]
One way or the other. Time will do it's thing no matter what.
[Pitt takes two sentences to say nothing. It's a gift.]
Hey Will, the above post made 44444 posts on DU for you.
[The fours are strong with this one.]