It's All Over. Not.
First, some wisdom from Deadwood, via the wonderful Jonah Goldberg at NRO:
I think it was Orson Welles who said, "If you want to tell a story with a happy ending, it all depends on where you stop." To put it another way: every story is a tragedy, if you tell it to the end.
As with lives, so with republics. Freedom is a living thing. It dies. Conservatives are like doctors. They can only win for the moment, the day, the year, the election cycle. And no matter the victory, time only goes one way. The republic grows older every day, the people travel further from their founding values and nothing lasts forever.
There are many responses to that situation. Only one of them is wise: good cheer and defiance. Keep laughing; fight back; fear nothing. Mortality makes time too precious for despondency and death makes a fool of fear. There's nothing to worry about: disaster is certain. And nothing can be that serious since, whatever it is, it's guaranteed to end.
Since Tuesday, I have heard enough conservatives saying, "It's over! We're through!" in serious, important-sounding voices to last me the next four years. I don't care how important you make it sound, it's whining; any child can do it. I'll let you know when it's over by putting you in the ground and throwing six feet of dirt onto your face. Until you get that secret signal, really, pull yourself together.