If the candidates have any mantra in common, it's the promise of CHANGE, a word worked into their stump speeches as often as 20--ear olds insert "like". So, regardless of who ends up in the White House, we're assured of change. I'd taken that as a given, assuming there could be no other Bush, trusting Darwin's survival of the fittest theory that all others had become extinct.
Last night's results allowed each presidential hopeful to declare a personal victory, perhaps a bit harder for Mitt Romney, but there were no losers. So, what we do we know this morning? We're destined for CHANGE. "Change" is the political equivalent of non-fat. But what does it mean?
My hope is the next president isn't the guy who's already experienced a change of life, but the man or woman who will truly come through and change our lives, never needed more desperately than at this moment.