So, in four years, the U.S. Supreme Court will have two more young Ruth Ginsburg clones that will keep Roe v. Wade the law of the land and abortion on demand legal in all fifty states for decades to come.
And, in eight years, after we have bugged out of Iraq and abandoned the geographical region containing 70% of the World's known oil reserves to Iranian Islamist nutjobs with suicide martyr dreams and nuclear-tipped ICBM ambitions, you will be feeling lucky that, although Aunt Peggy in New York and Uncle Charlie in Washington, DC can go up in a mushroom cloud if an Iranian mullah has a bad day, your particular city is not yet within Iranian ICBM range.
If the majority of the average American voters in primaries in 2008, are not tune with our philosophies at the moments, that's life. Life ain't perfect. Never was. Never will be.
When you are not sitting in the driver's seat of a car and the driver suffers a stroke, you can either continue to sit and pout that you were not allowed to drive on this particular trip or you can, at least, reach over and grab the steering wheel so that the out of control car veers towards the corn field instead of over the center line and into the 16-wheeler coming at you at 70 MPH.