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Congratulations to President-Elect Obama.
If there's one thing I can have a smile on my face about today, it's the fact that we as a country elected a smart, thoughtful, passionate man in office, after 8 years of bumble-fuckery by a war-mongering douchebag and his gang of thugs. I'm not going to take anything away from his accomplishment as the first African-American as president, but the fact is I liked him despite his color. He ran a campaign to be proud of, one that didn't need to resort to name-calling or dirty tricks. This country has deserved better than that for a LONG FUCKING TIME. Last night watching Obama's acceptance speech, surrounded by cheering friends and fans at the 440, you couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
It felt big.
But then we went out to the street to join so many others dancing and celebrating, and started seeing the votes coming in on Proposition 8. With only a quarter of the votes counted, I still went to bed hopeful but nervous, only to wake up at 5 this morning, sitting at the kitchen table and hitting refresh on my polling page on Prop 8 for a half hour. It just kept getting worse, and I kept feeling less hopeful for my friends who've gotten married, those who were planning to, and worst of all, for all Californians. Because the "moral majority" just flattened us.
And reading various friends' pages today, it got worse. We've all started attacking each other for not doing or giving enough, black people for high percentage of votes, Mormons, anyone we can find to place blame on. We're disconnected, and angry, and depressed, and we want something, someone to lash out at.
I have to remember how it felt to watch Obama last night, to find something to smile about right now, because otherwise I am going to fall the fuck apart.
Every time I try to write down how I'm feeling about the events in the past 24 hours, I start crying. Tears of joy for Obama and disillusionment for California.
Well, Fuck That. (thanks Dave, for putting it so eloquently).
I'm going to City Hall tonight at 6:30 to protest this bullshit. I hope to see many of you there too.
November 4th may be over, but this ain't. Not by a goddamn long shot.
If there's one thing I can have a smile on my face about today, it's the fact that we as a country elected a smart, thoughtful, passionate man in office, after 8 years of bumble-fuckery by a war-mongering douchebag and his gang of thugs. I'm not going to take anything away from his accomplishment as the first African-American as president, but the fact is I liked him despite his color. He ran a campaign to be proud of, one that didn't need to resort to name-calling or dirty tricks. This country has deserved better than that for a LONG FUCKING TIME. Last night watching Obama's acceptance speech, surrounded by cheering friends and fans at the 440, you couldn't wipe the smile from my face.
It felt big.
But then we went out to the street to join so many others dancing and celebrating, and started seeing the votes coming in on Proposition 8. With only a quarter of the votes counted, I still went to bed hopeful but nervous, only to wake up at 5 this morning, sitting at the kitchen table and hitting refresh on my polling page on Prop 8 for a half hour. It just kept getting worse, and I kept feeling less hopeful for my friends who've gotten married, those who were planning to, and worst of all, for all Californians. Because the "moral majority" just flattened us.
And reading various friends' pages today, it got worse. We've all started attacking each other for not doing or giving enough, black people for high percentage of votes, Mormons, anyone we can find to place blame on. We're disconnected, and angry, and depressed, and we want something, someone to lash out at.
I have to remember how it felt to watch Obama last night, to find something to smile about right now, because otherwise I am going to fall the fuck apart.
Every time I try to write down how I'm feeling about the events in the past 24 hours, I start crying. Tears of joy for Obama and disillusionment for California.
Well, Fuck That. (thanks Dave, for putting it so eloquently).
I'm going to City Hall tonight at 6:30 to protest this bullshit. I hope to see many of you there too.
November 4th may be over, but this ain't. Not by a goddamn long shot.