Well, Brown did it.
The irony of what transpired last night is so rich not even a German chocolate cheesecake could compete. Consider that this election took place in Massachusetts, in the bluest of blue states, where the seeds of the first revolution began, where the first tea party took place, and which resulted in a Republican taking over what was once the Liberal Lion Ted Kennedy’s seat after a 35 POINT SWING in the polls, just in time for Obama’s one year anniversary since he took office.
If that doesn’t tell you that there is a God, and that He has a sense of humor, I don’t know WHAT will. This was divine providence, and only the most hardened atheist would deny it.
So I guess I’m going to Beantown after all. Or perhaps Wrentham, Brown’s home town. This place seems to be the sight of miracles, so maybe a visit there could get me some left over magic dust so I can achieve the impossible too, and find the girl of my dreams. :-D
I’ll tell you one place I probably won’t visit again: the Berkshires. Based on the map I linked to, just about all of the eastern half of Massachusetts (save for Boston and Martha’s Vineyard) went for Brown, while the western half persisted in living in la-la land. I had gone to Stockbridge in December for a Christmas weekend, and the town there went for Coakley by a margin of 75% to 25%. Gees, no wonder everyone was so unfriendly. I KNEW I wasn’t imagining it.
Fortunately, Braintree/Quincy, the sight of John Adams’ hometown both went for Brown. Yay! If I go one of the first things I plan to do is to go visit his house (now a national park) and take a walk into the past. I can’t wait!
Thank you Scott Brown for affording me the opportunity to visit a Kennedy-free state at long last, to breathe in the aromas of a new revolution.