So many things rushing through my mind tonight:
Hey, Dubya, now the mission is accomplished.
Hey, Trump, is this good enough for you? Do you need his birth certificate too?
Hey birthers, would an extremist Muslim President kill one of his own? Can we drop this now?
Tsk, tsk, Pakistan; you swore you weren't hiding him. You've got some 'splaining to do.
Crap, Boehner's gonna cry again.
Four more years! Four more years! (Not that I'm overly excited about it, but I know many who really are not, and a little light hearted ribbing seems to be in order.)
Rush is going to say something stupid, isn't he?
Beck is going to say something stupid, isn't he?
Jon Stewart is going to say something brilliant, isn't he?
Do I still have to fit my toiletries in that stupid quart size bag?
Now can I leave my shoes on when I go through security?
Will TSA finally stop frisking toddlers and cancer patients?
There's just something missing without Peter Jennings delivering this news tonight. I feel like I need him to close the loop.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to all my friends and family who serve. Each and every one of you owns a piece of this.
Peace to all of the families who lost so many on that dreadful day. We never forgot.