For at least 52% of the country, November 4^th 2008 will be a day that everyone remembers for the rest of their lives. Like many moments in history (King & Kennedy Assassinations, OJ Verdict, Rodney King Verdict) we will all be able to recall the exact spot and exact settings and the exact state of being that we experienced when it was finally called that Barack Hussein Obama would become the Next President of the United States of America.

To be clear this is a culmination of years of hard work and sacrifice. Many of you totally destroyed your phone plans phone banking for hours not counting the minutes. Every dollar spent, every door knocked on, every volunteer recruited, every vote counted was worth it to have that one moment we we as a nation could all scream, YES WE DID!

It's been a week now. The parades are over, the crowds have dispersed. There are no more email or robocalls from celebrities. I'm here to talk to you like that best friend you talk to after a break up. "It's time to move on. Barack has found somebody else, you know governing, so its time you do the same."

I know what your saying:

"But, But, But what if he calls and he needs us to like, I don't know, donate or phone bank or... I miss him so much. I miss the emails and the little videos Plouffe use to make." Sniff Sniff, Cry.

We all miss him, and if he calls or shoots you an email, feel free to answer. He's living his life, it time for you to live yours too. Okay, stop crying.

If you've got an Obama sign in the lawn, its about time to take it down. You don't want to be that weird rednecky family in the neighborhood with the bathtub in the front lawn and the Christmas Lights and decorations up until June. Do you remember how many times you made fun of those folks? See, As Vince Vaughn would say "You're better than that."

Oh and for that matter, its also time to put that bad college yearbook photo of you back on Facebook, or Myspace, or whatever social networking site you're on. We get it, you like Barack. But I wanna know if that slovenly drunken girl I met at the bar that said "Add Me" cleans up nice.

Some one came up with a great protest of solidarity for Barack's middle name. It worked, He's going to be president so now you can change your middle name back from Hussein to Leon, or Patrick, or Mary, or Katherine or Elizabeth, whatever douchey name your parents tucked into your birth certificate. I'll say this it's perfectly fine to name that baby you made having unprotected sex celebrating his victory Barack, or Michelle, or Obama or Hussein. I'm sure there will be a few white, and Latino, Sashas and Malias born on August 4^th 2009. If I find a kid named Yeswecan Jones, or Hopenchange Jackson, I will punch the offending parents in the forehead.

Don't feel too bad, you can still wear the Barack T-Shirts. Just put some of your other shirts back in rotation. It still feels good to get thumbs up from old ladies when you walk into restaurants. But that shirt has to last you until the 2012 when Barack will need all the money he can to take on The Minister, The Mormon, and The Barracuda.