The problem with me is that I don’t like saying “I told you so”. I don’t like rubbing it in people’s faces. I don’t like kicking people while they’re down.
I want need to get past that. Because if Saturday’s vote on Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell had gone the other way, you can bet your bottom dollar that dumbass conservatives like David Vitter would be crowing about it to their constituents (including me). So IMHO, we need to crow a little more. Or to make naysayers eat a little crow. Pick your metaphor.
Of course, I don’t want to become like the people I loathe. If I adopt their terrible qualities, then I’m no better than they are. (Well, not by much.) But someone needs to bitchslap them — not me, someone close to them, someone they’ll listen to. I don’t know who they listen to besides themselves, but surely, there’s a viable candidate somewhere.
Really, all I want is for John McCain to answer one question: How does it feel to be on the wrong side of history, asshole?