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Nov. 2nd, 2004 06:51 pmI hate television. I refuse to watch it.
Right now, the television is on.
And because I don't have cable, there are 4 browser windows open on my computer right now for ABC, NBC, CNN and C-SPAN. Right now, C-SPAN is the only one that's had the dignity to refrain from posting 'projected' results.
But right now, according to those fucking 'projections' on all the other channels, that cocksucker extraordinaire is in the lead.
20 minutes ago, Kerry was behind in the popular vote but still ahead in electoral votes. Nothing like excruciating irony.
But now Bush is ahead, projectedly, and by a sizeable margin.
I feel sick.
And weirdly enough, this is one of those moments when I really wish I wasn't single.
Because I feel like I have in those infinitessimally rare occasions when the world - or at least my portion of the globe - has been in real, actual deadly peril. Living in Seattle, we had a few scares, knowing that Boeing was a great goddamn big bulls-eye during the Cold War.
This is is a feeling not unlike that. Kind of like, there's nothing you can do at this point about that nuclear warhead heading right for you - right now, this is the moment when you just grab and hang onto someone you love, because there's very little else you can do.
I guess it's stupid to be so melodramatic about it, though. It's not like we're really going to know who won tonight, anyway.
But still - jesus christ, I'm scared.
Right now, the television is on.
And because I don't have cable, there are 4 browser windows open on my computer right now for ABC, NBC, CNN and C-SPAN. Right now, C-SPAN is the only one that's had the dignity to refrain from posting 'projected' results.
But right now, according to those fucking 'projections' on all the other channels, that cocksucker extraordinaire is in the lead.
20 minutes ago, Kerry was behind in the popular vote but still ahead in electoral votes. Nothing like excruciating irony.
But now Bush is ahead, projectedly, and by a sizeable margin.
I feel sick.
And weirdly enough, this is one of those moments when I really wish I wasn't single.
Because I feel like I have in those infinitessimally rare occasions when the world - or at least my portion of the globe - has been in real, actual deadly peril. Living in Seattle, we had a few scares, knowing that Boeing was a great goddamn big bulls-eye during the Cold War.
This is is a feeling not unlike that. Kind of like, there's nothing you can do at this point about that nuclear warhead heading right for you - right now, this is the moment when you just grab and hang onto someone you love, because there's very little else you can do.
I guess it's stupid to be so melodramatic about it, though. It's not like we're really going to know who won tonight, anyway.
But still - jesus christ, I'm scared.
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Date: 2004-11-03 04:22 am (UTC)I kinda hope it IS the election, because that would mean it won't turn out to be something more close and personal.
shit.
If he wins, I will be so disgusted with my countrymen. Quite a few of them, anyway.
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Date: 2004-11-03 04:57 am (UTC)It shouldn't be this close.
God, it should not be this close.
And the fact that so much of it hinges on people wanting to protect their precious financial foot up over the people in the neighborhoods they wouldn't step into - the fact that so much of it is being decided by people who rely on sound bites instead of sound facts -
I'm ten times more ignorant than I should be, but goddmanit, what the fuck is wrong with this fucking country?
I'm going to start crying again.
And I'm going to start wearing a black armband in memory of a country that doesn't exist anymore.
A country that, in the second world war, embraced the concept of self-sacrifice. A country that sent their sons to war, not out of fear, but out of a sense that there were injustices to be righted. Who's women worked in military factories while their husbands fought and died overseas. Who's children gathered tinfoil and rubber and grew Victory Gardens and sold War Bonds.
Not because war is a great cause to celebrate. But because, if you're going to fight a fucking war, you don't pretend that it doesn't have anything to do with the rest of your life.
Want to support the war, people? Then sell your fucking SUV's and walk to your six-figure fucking jobs.
Afraid of terrorists? Start listening to the opinions of the countries that occupy the rest of the fucking world you live in you fucking ostrichs.
Don't want to do your part as a citizen of this country by paying your taxes? Then don't drive on the same fucking roads that I do, you fucking hypocritical shits - because I helped pay for them and I don't bitch about it. Don't call 911 when someone breaks into your house or if your husband or wife falls over from a heart attack, because it's tax money that supports the municipal systems that put those emergency services into place for you, you cheap shits. I pay for those and I allow you to use them, you worthless wallet-hugging piece of shit. Don't flush your toilet or turn on your kitchen faucet - because I paid for that. And don't you fucking dare complain to me about how it hurts the economy to penalize the people in the high income brackets because their the ones providing all the jobs - the jobs that you don't want to do - the jobs you set up trust funds for so that your children won't have to do them.
Jesus Christ, I'm sorry - you know this isn't in any way, shape or form directed at you.
I just - no matter who wins this stupid fucking election, this country is sick. It's rotted, it's cancerous, it's a fucking crime scene, and the gutted carcass of real morality and decency, not that hypocritical fucking don't-touch-the-lepers brand of christianity type morality - but the kind of morality that says, my life is inextricably entwined with every other human being on this planet, and like it or not, my comfort level and 'standard of living' are not worth more than the welfare of the person who lives next door to me.
Bush didn't ruin this country.
He's just the headstone on the fucking gravesite.
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Date: 2004-11-03 07:15 am (UTC)Re: no need to say sorry
Date: 2004-11-03 11:41 am (UTC)For me, this is one of those times.
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Date: 2004-11-03 08:51 am (UTC)Or as Utah Philips would say, "vociferous".
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Date: 2004-11-03 11:37 am (UTC)I was right, though.
We sure as shit didn't get an answer tonight!
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Date: 2004-11-03 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-03 12:26 pm (UTC)Fuck it.
It's just up to us to not let whatever rich fuck who lives in the White House now be an excuse to stop living lives that include giving a shit about other people and doing our best to make whatever small part of the world we occupy a better place than the one that most people settle for.
Be happy with who you are and how you choose to live your life. It's the best fucking revenge there is, sweetie.