death to everyone
is gonna come. Wolves at the door, elephant in office, whatever. Vote Republican and live forever. I live in Texas, and attend one of the most rabidly conservative schools in the nation (#1 in the Princeton Review's book). Every other person on campus seems to be wearing a shirt proclaiming their undying love of George W. Bush. And it's making me sick. On election day I felt anxious all day. I couldn't bear to watch the early returns. Probably I already knew what was to become of us. I knew but I hoped against it anyway. I hoped that people, just a simple majority of people in enough states, could see through the bullshit, the attack ads, and all the other ridiculous garbage we've been inundated with for the last few months/four years.
It didn't work out that way, obviously.
I knew my vote wasn't going to deliver Texas to Senator Kerry but of course I voted for him anyway. For all I know my home county may have gone to the Democrats. So Jim Wells didn't decide what color Texas came out on the big board. But goddamn, that man sure as shit does not speak for me. He doesn't represent what I love about this country, and neither does his party. You can fault the Democrats for any number of things, but at least they aren't as blatant about the dirty shit they pull to divide us. They aren't throwing hot button issues in our face like gay marraige to drive us apart. Of course Bush doesn't really think a constitutional amendment is going to fly, but it definitely got his people to put down their copies of the Left Behind series long enough to vote him back into office.
It's been a couple of days, conceivably long enough for these feelings to coalesce into something sensible, or so I thought. But just writing about it is making me upset. I can feel my cheeks getting red. My heartbeat is picking up the pace. I'm filled with the worst kind of rage, the kind that takes hold of you even/especially when you know that whatever you do, things aren't going to change. Impotent rage. I don't even know if I'm really just furious or depressed. A little bit of both, and it varies. Things will work out. The GOP now has enough rope to hang themselves, but the Supreme Court is getting old and the last thing this nation needs is a few more Scalias on the bench.
I now realize it's all a catch-22, straight out of Heller. Maureen Dowd put it well (as she always does) this morning:
"Mr. Bush, whose administration drummed up fake evidence to trick us into war with Iraq, sticking our troops in an immoral position with no exit strategy, won on 'moral issues.'"
But who cares? Who cares about young men and women dying when those goddamned gays want to get married? Let's not lose our focus here, people!
We've got flies in our eyes, but we can't see them. And why is that?
Because we've got flies in our eyes.
It didn't work out that way, obviously.
I knew my vote wasn't going to deliver Texas to Senator Kerry but of course I voted for him anyway. For all I know my home county may have gone to the Democrats. So Jim Wells didn't decide what color Texas came out on the big board. But goddamn, that man sure as shit does not speak for me. He doesn't represent what I love about this country, and neither does his party. You can fault the Democrats for any number of things, but at least they aren't as blatant about the dirty shit they pull to divide us. They aren't throwing hot button issues in our face like gay marraige to drive us apart. Of course Bush doesn't really think a constitutional amendment is going to fly, but it definitely got his people to put down their copies of the Left Behind series long enough to vote him back into office.
It's been a couple of days, conceivably long enough for these feelings to coalesce into something sensible, or so I thought. But just writing about it is making me upset. I can feel my cheeks getting red. My heartbeat is picking up the pace. I'm filled with the worst kind of rage, the kind that takes hold of you even/especially when you know that whatever you do, things aren't going to change. Impotent rage. I don't even know if I'm really just furious or depressed. A little bit of both, and it varies. Things will work out. The GOP now has enough rope to hang themselves, but the Supreme Court is getting old and the last thing this nation needs is a few more Scalias on the bench.
I now realize it's all a catch-22, straight out of Heller. Maureen Dowd put it well (as she always does) this morning:
"Mr. Bush, whose administration drummed up fake evidence to trick us into war with Iraq, sticking our troops in an immoral position with no exit strategy, won on 'moral issues.'"
But who cares? Who cares about young men and women dying when those goddamned gays want to get married? Let's not lose our focus here, people!
We've got flies in our eyes, but we can't see them. And why is that?
Because we've got flies in our eyes.
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