twas the night of the election and all through the white house

i just had a lovely evening smoking greek cigarettes and drinking vintage port while discussing american politics with a bunch of british intellectuals. apparently i'm spending the election night just like obama, disguising my bourgeois self with smoke and mirrors. unfortunately, as a result of my being on new labour time, the results of tonight's marquee event will come in while visions of joethesugarplumbers dance in my head. but am i excited at the prospect of waking up to a whole new era of american empire? can obama invade pakistan? yes - he - can!

all cynicism aside, i really am going to bed with a stomach full of anxiety and nervousness, wondering what the election fairy might put under my pillow tonight. i really hope it's not a corporate tax cut.