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This morning I am just so damned happy. On the way home from the results watch gathering at Shadow and Trish's lovely home, I caught the speech. I cranked the dial high, and rolled down the windows and snaked my way home through the Upper Ninth, along the streets of Gentilly and Mid-City on my way home. I wanted everyone to hear what had just happened. That there was hope renewed. A motorcycle rider with a long dark beard and mirrored glasses rode beside me over the Jeff Davis overpass, listening, smiling and then speeding away. At home Nico is happy that The Rock Obama won. The Rock indeed. He fought in one of the most principled campaigns this nation could ever hope to see. Hopefully he set the tone for generations to come. I just can't wait to see where he takes us in the next eight years.