So it’s the night before the inauguration and Carmen is taking me to the Netroots Bash outside of Washington D.C. Everyone around me is in a state of paralytic bliss except me… I’m depressed as hell. Oh, thats right, I’m a Republican, all these people hate me, and they were enjoying the opportunity to let me know as much. My subway ride was a sobering and surreal affair. Chanting and clapping in cadence, the hordes of revelers were an unimaginable cult-like mass of humanity, the …