I just watched Mitt Romney deliver his concession speech, and it was typical of the man: gracious, elegant, forgiving, wise.
Wow, have I come to respect and admire and, dare I say, love my party’s nominee. He was never my choice, but the more I learned about him, the more convinced I became that — if my country were to have a rescuer — it would be Mitt.
Now as reflection and recrimination and retrospect-ing goes forward, I have to say, I cannot be as gracious in defeat. I thought we’d be contesting (the MessNBCers were sure shrieking that all night, convinced that the Repubs would steal it! and warning the country that they’d be on top of the legal wrangle that was sure to follow)! I guess the man who wouldn’t rub the President’s nose into Benghazi & Fast and Furious, couldn’t stomach prolonging this. Was Romney too decent? No Democrat thought so.
There won’t be rioting in the streets, just because a corrupt Chicago hack cheated and charmed his way back into the Oval Office. That’s to be loved about my country. Although I remember being threatened with just that if the incumbent didn’t win out. If only someone on his side would explain that logic to me!
Lanny Davis said this should make the President humble, to see that he has no “mandate”, and that, as a country, we are as divided as we were four years ago. That red and blue are still split. That, in the interests of preserving our nation, he should make significant gestures to the right side of the aisle.
Yeah, I’m not holding my breath. I cannot bear to listen to his victory gloat, as I fear the only gesture he’ll be making is the same one a number of celebs made on Twittter last night towards half their former fanbase. Since I’m not a Romney, I can cheerfully say: Backatcha, assjacks!
But now I’ve dried my eyes. I sigh, and bow my head, and remember that Americans don’t shirk a challenge.
So bring it on.