I guess even a sick pissed off bitch like me can laugh, in theory. It's hard to balance this rediscovered rage with... life. It used to dominate, back when I had things rougher. Then it was hard for food to even taste good when I knew that other people went hungry. Somehow as things went better, I lost the rage. I moved to Central America, withdrew, mellowed our and became politically impotent.
I guess I thought that the economy is better and wealth trickles down, and welfare is reasonable, and there is access to the same kind of educational programs and financial aid it took me as a single mother to pull myself up. I thought we had put down the movement to deny vaccinations and education to the children of illegal immigrants in California, but I forgot to be pissed off that they even tried, and that they were my neighbors, that they had other insidious agenda, but were out of power in Washington. I became fat. I became complacent.
My Canadian friends can't even believe that "choice" could be an issue, but what with DubbaPuke in power, and the realization that the court is not only corrupt, but stacked, and further stackable, complacency is no longer an option.
I haven't been posting because I know how bitter I sound. I've been trying to feel what Gore so eloquently asked in his concession speech. I want to be healed, cooperate. But how can I trust the election thieving scum? I distrust that there is much compassion in their conservatism.
I guess I need a gesture of their good faith. A tangible sign of their good faith. Coug's nomination ideas would be a good start. LOL. Look at me laughing. Ha. Now my fit is over.
I appreciate those of you who bring a laugh, and PM me with messages of hope, and balance. Believe me I hear them, and I love you for caring. I may head out to the desert with my big kid this weekend.
joelle |
