Friday, November 05, 2004

Dealing with the Disaster

So you know the classic stages of dealing with disaster – denial, bargaining, anger, despair, acceptance?

I was in denial briefly. Went around telling everyone Wednesday morning that it wasn’t over yet, even though I knew it was.

Skipped bargaining entirely. Skipped anger entirely.

Can’t seem to get out of despair.

The thing is, it’s not Kerry that lost on Tuesday. It’s the Enlightenment Doctrine. The Wingers didn’t vote against the Left. They voted against Empiricism. They voted against science. They voted against humanism.

They want Theism. They want revealed knowledge. They want Jesus Land. (See this link for the only thing that has made me truly laugh in the past two days http://kenlayne.com/2004/11/jesusland.html .)

And Bush has no plans for uniting this country. He’s making that clear already. Flush with vindication, he’s charging ahead. What’s left for us on the left? You know, the people who think that the truth is something you find through reason and actual education, that the best cure for bad speech is more speech, and that fixing things is better than bombing the hell out of them?

I don’t know. Keep talking. The best cure for bad speech is more speech. Keep teaching. The truth will set us free. If he is wrong – and he is wrong – don’t we have to trust that everyone will see that eventually?

I suppose we just have to hope that there will be enough of our country left when Bushco is done with it for it to matter. Maybe there will be. It doesn’t look good at the moment.

I’m still in despair, mind you, so don’t mind me.

2 comments:

zelda1 said...

I went from denial to depression. My denial wasn't so much that I couldn't believe he had won, but that people actually voted for him. How could they? My husband, who is one of those funky fundies, was all smiles but knew better than to try to rub it in that my man, Kerry, had lost. In order to try and pull me out of the depression, he suggested going shopping. We needed book shelves and coffee, the only two things I care for these days besides my grandchildren, so off we went. We found two sets of two and they were made out of real wood, which is important to him. While we were paying he griped about the sales tax and without even caring that people were in ear shot I said, "Taxes, hell, you're a damn republican, thought you liked taxes, and war, and lies, and big statues of jesus, and heteros only being married." He stopped me before I went on and on, which can only mean one thing. No more shopping trips until the depression lifts or the doctor approves me more xanax.

zelda1 said...

I went from denial to depression. My denial wasn't so much that I couldn't believe he had won, but that people actually voted for him. How could they? My husband, who is one of those funky fundies, was all smiles but knew better than to try to rub it in that my man, Kerry, had lost. In order to try and pull me out of the depression, he suggested going shopping. We needed book shelves and coffee, the only two things I care for these days besides my grandchildren, so off we went. We found two sets of two and they were made out of real wood, which is important to him. While we were paying he griped about the sales tax and without even caring that people were in ear shot I said, "Taxes, hell, you're a damn republican, thought you liked taxes, and war, and lies, and big statues of jesus, and heteros only being married." He stopped me before I went on and on, which can only mean one thing. No more shopping trips until the depression lifts or the doctor approves me more xanax.