3 November 04
Routed
I spent the day alternating between despair and deep anger, vanquishing the elation of last week’s Red Sox victory. But here’s one thought I ran across today that however trivial, seems apropos. The Red Sox fans kept the faith. For 86 years each spring their hopes would be up, only to be dashed by season’s end. But they never gave up on their team. And one year, they finally won. We lost, and we will lose again. But one day victory will be ours, if we keep up the hope.
Jarrett has started a blog on place and politics, and has some initial ponderings about the geography of this election. This topic may be a starting point for me to regroup: to begin diving into the county-level patterns in the election data and see how it compares to demographic information. And maybe I’ll end up with interesting maps and charts for all to see.
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Thanks! Look forward to your maps :)
Peace, Jarrett
So a big “Neener Neener!” to Harkin, Kennedy, Graham, Rather, O’Donnell, Moore, Springsteen, Dean, McAuliffe, and my personal favorite, Daschle. Four million vote margin. The biggest vote-getter in history. Neener.