For years I've been laboring under the crushing burden, the sheer oppressive spiritual weight of hellish guilt that is the lot of a person who, while living in Florida in the year 2000, cast a vote in the presidential election for Ralph Nader.
It's been an ordeal. Truly.
But earlier today, it abruptly occurred to me, that maybe, just maybe, I'm a hero rather than a goat.
Perhaps... perhaps, in the long run, I did a magnificent and noble thing.
After all, did I not spare the world the sheer unrelenting horror of... a Joe Lieberman Presidency in 2008?
Think about it.