Election Night Fever, feat. John Travolta

So. Deval Patrick it is.

Eh.

I was only casually interested in this campaign from the start, not because I thought it would be boring or unimportant, but because I thought its end was fated. In fact, this has been one of the most exciting races in the state’s political history, and one of the more crucial as well.

The Romney governorship has literally starved the state’s towns and schools of money that is rightfully theirs, brandishing a token surplus and ambiguous jobs figures as “economic growth.”

As a centrist, I would usually find it desirable to have a Republican as Governor. But there is a huge difference between a northeast Republican—Senators Olympia Snowe and Susan Collins of Maine and Arlen Specter of Pennsylvania—and a Utah one—frickin Mitt Romney—as governor. Our legislature is one of the most liberal in the country, and the counterweight of a moderate Republican governor can act to temper the near-socialist policies of the state house and senate.

Bill Weld, Paul Cellucci, and even the baby-toting, helicopter-commuting Jane Swift have acted in this capacity, and have checked and balanced the state’s ultra-liberal leanings. Republican governors have sat in the corner office for 16 years, but after Romney, enough is enough. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts is not about to elect yet another Republican, especially with the severe case of Romney burn we’re nursing. Furthermore, in these polarized times, this population of liberal Bush-haters is not going to elect Keary Healy for governor.

So again, Deval it is. Rally behind “together we can.”

And there’s good news—he’s running on the platform of hope, whatever the hell that is.