Brown and the American love affair

I can't hear them. But I can.
Perhaps the breeze is carrying the victory cries from Massachusetts to my dear Oklahoma. Perhaps it's just a sinus infection and that's ringing in my ears.
Either way, I'm shouting right back. Not verbally, of course. People are sleeping. But I'm shouting nonetheless. Scott Brown won tonight. He swooped in, or rather drove, and snatched a juicy tenderloin from the claws of liberal history. He took a large tube of white out, bigger than those palmable bottles from Office Depot, and washed away the stain of a belief long worshiped by one party, long abhorred by another.
He shouted the Kennedy right out. No more ring around the Constitution.

There aren't many words to describe the feeling, outside of "Oh yeah!", "Woohoo!", "Yes!", and my more indigenous, "Yessiree."
Brown won. And as the media demonizes him with the parroted script of being either stupid, racist, or a hater, conservatives will love him all the more. We'll grin not-so-secretly when we get the head-nod from a GM truck driver. He's our guy because he's us, wrapped inside a boyish excitement, firm backbone, and clear speech.

He's us.
And over the many decades of being called extremists, of our sharp-edges rounded by RINOs, of our ideals being cast time and again in the devil's role, we actually forgot ourselves. We looked in the mirror and recognized the face, though the eye-color had changed, the smile dropped a bit in the corners, and nothing would get rid of those crows feet.
We thought we were dying. Alone. Unrequited in our passion for our nation, our history, our devotion to the American spirit of the individual.

Then Scott Brown came along, just like Sarah Palin and Glenn Beck and Andrew Breitbart and Pajamas Media, and romanced us. We weren't old any longer but renewed, fresh, young and desirable - a truth we harbored secretly all along, too shy to admit it to our neighbor. And in turn, they harbored the same secret, too.

So thank you Scott. Thank you for the chocolate candies and roses and sentimental cards left on our doorstep. Americans are remembering how much they love themselves, love their country, and see this nation and it's ideals as quite a catch.

Big kiss.