Every day there's at least one: smug bastards without conscience who voted for the Bush regime. They don't have to say it, but it becomes like an open sore on their face that I can't help but stare at. Yesterday I had a "soccer mom" hair moment and was joking about it. This guy says, "The only thing wrong with soccer moms is that they voted for Clinton."
I'm sorry? Pardon me while I bash my head on a hard surface until I'm unconscious or you go away! What am I supposed to respond to that? I mean, jesus christ I'm only human, and I felt like ripping his head off with my bare hands! As jilted liberals, we have to do something with this rage. Apparently the fix was in, and our votes didn't count where it mattered most. That's one thing. Now though, we have to continue to deal with these assholes on a daily basis, who haven't changed, haven't opened their eyes yet, and who continue to spew so-called conservative trash my way. I just don't know what I'm going to do anymore. I can't hide in a hole for the rest of my life, and you can't talk to these people. Where does that leave us?
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Friday, November 12, 2004
Post Election Hangover
I've been searching for ways to explain the last days since the November 2nd pseudo-election. I mean, I know we all voted, we were out there, I saw us. I saw hundreds of kids in the rain, in the freezing weather, and lined up for hours, just to be able to say, "no more bush, please." So please tell me what the hell went wrong. I'm sure that the repugnicans will all tell us that we were just mistaken. They will say that exit polls were simply wrong, but only in the states that mattered, like Ohio and Iowa and Florida. I'm prepared to put on my little tin foil hat and join the conspiracy theorists, because otherwise most of my country's citizens have failed me. They are imbeciles...and how could I live with that knowledge?
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