This is a pendulum, basically, and the big clobbering arm of political anguish will soon enough come swinging back at us. Maybe it will simply be four more years of an intractable House of Representatives that brings it back, or another onslaught of crass attempts to delegitimize the president. Or there could be something more concrete and specific. An(other) epic blunder by the administration, a tremendous and damaging gaffe, some untidy foreign affair suddenly popping up. Whatever it is, that is when all our nyah-nyah-nyahing will come back to smack us. And it's exponential, you know. It will be worse than what we sent out, because this animus can only grow as it passes back and forth between the warring tribes. So best to leave it alone.

It's hard to be that principled, of course. Especially when there are all the Twitter sadsacks and schadenfreudically hilarious websites weeping away today. But we must try not to taunt others in their grief and petulant anger. Yes, because any effort to elevate political discourse to a remotely humane level is a worthy one, but mostly, more tangibly, because it only gives them ammo to send it back to us some inevitable day in the future. Honestly? The thing that scared me most, on a day-to-day level, about the prospect of a Romney victory was the unending rubbing of our noses in the loss that the other side would assuredly engage in. Now now, right-thinking reader. Don't jump to say that you would never do that. Because of course you would. And we don't blame you. But we can certainly anticipate you. So if we don't play the sucks to be you game today, maybe you won't play it tomorrow? It's possible!

We're all allowed a little glee, of course. We all have our own little pincushions that have been meanly fun to poke at today. (Brian Kilmeade looked like someone stole his Big Wheels.) But let's not go overboard. Let's take the higher road: We're sorry for your loss, Fox. And, y'know, everyone else. We've been there before and we know the pain of it. We will not taunt you as much as we may want to, but that means you can't taunt us too much come 2016 or whenever. (Please don't be 2016...) That's the social bargain we'll strike. And we will try our damnedest to hold up our end of it. Just give us one last little check of the #tcot tag on Twitter and we'll be done. We swear. Totally done.

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