Well, it’s over.

            The candidates are gone.

            The press is gone.

            Their signs are all trampled bits of trash in the snowy streets.

            No more do we hear, We love you, New Hampshire!

or I am fully dedicated to the people of New Hampshire!

or I have complete confidence in the voters of New Hampshire!

                        or The good people of New Hampshire are the heart of this great country!

            They have toyed with our hearts, drank our maple syrup, and now they are gone.

            Peace descends upon the Granite State.

            Like groundhogs searching for their shadows, the people of New Hampshire emerge from their houses, timidly scanning the streets for tour buses, news vans, and men wearing suits with no ties to look “casual” and show their “relatability” to the common man... who, around here, probably doesn't even own a suit, let alone a tie.

            Parking has opened up again.  An honest Yankee may safely go to the bank without having a microphone stuffed in his face.

            No more does a feller have to shake hands with another feller he’s never met before for no reason.

            No more annoying phone calls.

            No more junk mail.

            No more bright-eyed college kids at the door with pamphlets.

            No more national news anchors mispronouncing the name of my town.

            A man can walk around with a gun again without being stopped by out-of-state security folks.

            Anonymity. We are once again nonexistent on the national radar. It’s beautiful.

            It is over. Now, let us have peace… until January of 2012…

            We send our prayers to the good people of South Carolina, Michigan, and Nevada.  All y’all’s next.

PS: I got one vote for Vice-President as a write-in from Lebanon, Ward II