I feel truly sick. Sick and embarrassed.
I feel like I have one of those all-over-the-body hangovers, with the added joyful thought that it's not going to go away for a good long time.
Bush won. Well, great big festering pustule-ridden rats. That's too remarkable to think about just now, and what it says about us as a society is horrific. But two things are getting me down in particular about the results of this election, and Bill touched on them over at billrushing.org.
First, this unchecked frapee-ing together of church and state will be one of the major bookmarks of this administration's legacy. "Americans" seem to love this all of a sudden. Isn't that one of the things being American is all about, to be able to believe that someone else's dogmatic fairytale-grasping way of looking at the world and its people, especially our president's, won't be crammed down my throat?
Second, the issue that ultimately drove W to this victory was not his damn war, or the wheezing economy, or health care, but moral and social values. Morals. Values. Those words have new resonance for me at the moment. Just what do those words mean? Do I in fact have any? What are they? I'm not opposed to abortion. If gay people want to marry, fine by me. I don't care who loves whom. The more the better. I don't care about what people choose to do with/to each other with their genitals as long as nobody gets seriously maimed. I would think all of us have more important things to occupy our time and thoughts. So does that mean I have no values? I'm not a moral person? Apparently most of my fellow Americans think so.
So, congratulations to you, goddamn rednecks. Cowboy ignoramuses. Fathead jingoists. Fatally mistaken and misguided Dubya religious nut jobs. Bigmouth blowhard empty-headed cowards. COWARDS! May you choke on your "confidence and faith."
Funny how I always fall back on Douglas Adams in times of stress: "Drink up; the world's about to end..."
Clinton (either one) in '08!!