As Thunder is wont to say, "The schaden freudes itself", and I am positively basking in a most delicious sensation of schadenfreude. I almost put on the Rush Limbaugh show to hear that bloated bunghole having a meltdown on the public airwaves, but I'm not a masochist. I can gorge myself on the most succulent morsels of impotent rage without giving that moron additional ratings.
Ah, yes, schadenfreude is a heady feeling. I'll bask in the glow for a couple of days before sobering up and discussing the implications of the election, and the importance of staying politically alert and active. Right now, though, it's time for a happy dance: