2008 Exile on Bellevue Way
posted by November 4 at 20:52 PMon
Lots of frowning and shaking of heads here on the Eastside, where all overheard snippets of conversation are variations on “I can’t believe it” and “things are falling apart” and “even Burner is winning” and “what is this country coming to?”
One middle-aged blonde in the wine line—wine is the only free drink here at Republican HQ—tells us she lives in Seattle and “it’s so refreshing to be here in Bellevue. I’m such a minority in Seattle.”
We ask why the Republicans are doing so poorly across the board.
“It’s because of Bush,” she says. “They all hate Bush. Nobody hates McCain. What’s McCain ever done?”
We ask if she hates Bush.
“Are you a reporter?” she asks.
“Yes,” we say.
“Do you feel out of place?” she asks.
“Eh,” we say.
What we mean by “eh” is: We are furious to be stuck with these dark-suited downers on the happiest night of our recent lives. The schadenfreude is less fun than you would expect. And when we get back to civilization, we are going to strangle our news editor with our bare hands for sending us here.