Trying to look for bright sides, here in Arkansas, and not having much luck.
Like: Bush can only have four more years.
Like: At least now we don’t have to watch the Wingers go after Kerry like rabid weasels for the next eight years.
Like: At least the train wreck that’s coming will be all their fault.
None of this cheers me up.
My fellow liberal professor, who is pregnant and therefore cannot self-medicate, went home last night to watch the West Wing and pretend that the world was sane; I went home and drank a great deal of beer and watched The Day After Tomorrow. Began laughing savagely at the moment when the Winger VP looked into the camera and said, “I was wrong.”
Like that would ever happen.
Because you know when the train wreck comes – and I hope I am wrong about this, I hope that somehow we avoid the wreck the Wingers are doing everything they can to bring about – but you know when it does come, not a single damn one of them will step up to the plate and admit that they made a mistake, that they brought it on, that they caused it to happen.
No. Hell no. It’ll be like this deficit, like these lost jobs, like 9-11, like the quagmire of Iraq.
It’ll all be someone else’s fault. It’ll be because the silly liberals are all traitors. It'll be because gays are sleeping together, because feminists are working outside the home, because schools are teaching evolution. It’ll be God’s will.
It’ll be any damn thing except that George Bush and the people George Bush put in power and the people half of this nation voted for, for “moral” reasons, did not do their jobs right.
Because, you know, they can’t be wrong. Can they?
Not when God is telling them what to do.
Could someone mail me some Xanax please? Like, you know, a boatload full?
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