Pinch me. No, really wake me up I must be dreaming. This is too good to be true. I'm sleeping better than I have in weeks. I wake up feeling refreshed and smiley. And I hate mornings, but I can't find the room for hate now. I'm laughing.

Hatred towards liberals has become poison to a GOP campaign?! People are recognizing political techniques designed to divide us? Michelle Bachmann, I love you. Thank you for tipping the scales. You really forced this country together with a bang when you tried to divide us with your clumsy knife.

People see what a terrible choice Palin was? Ahhh Sarah. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Bless your heart. You show us the true meaning of greed and corruption. You spread this message with wide arms and a seething mass of human hatred in your wake. The more you divide, the more we come together. You are a pillar of the world, uniting us in a way no centrist ever could.

McCain himself is giving me the gift of love. Thanks, John! Attack attack attack! You are so good at it, and every time you do it the GOP sinks further and further. Why John, it's almost as if you're sabotaging your own campaign because you love Barack Obama so much! I can feel the love all the way from over here in California!

Now, excuse me, gotta roll over in this wonderful dream. I think pollster and fivethirtyeight and intrade might be bearing me more wonderful wonderful news.

(BTW, don't think this means I am complacent and will not vote! On contrary, Prop 8 MUST DIE)