Durnit, He's not George W.

'Specially after Tuesday. But he is doing better - he played fetch this morning and can be seen here lolling about in the sun with his favorite carrot. Dude, I had no idea I liked this little guy so much.

And Dude, Election Night. I've spent time with Republicans - even at some Republican shindigs -- but, going to a Republican Election Night Victory Party took every ounce of self-control I possessed. It's not that I was rude -- it's just that as Election Night return rolled in (and as the double VodkaSodas I was slurping) I became more and more excited.

Returning home to see final counts for South Carolina was a totally different story. I'm only a little bit ashamed to say that I cried when I realized the Democratic Party was dead in South Carolina. I know, I know - all things are cyclical. But, ti's going to take a heck of a lot to bring us back from the grave. It's going to take a Charlestonian Bill Clinton. I'm just not quite sure she's been born yet. (And yes, I think it might take a woman).