oh, man
There really is nothing anyone can say, I think. Len and I have been drifting away from each other since January. We both knew it was over. Mike still goes over there and hangs out every once in a while, and he told me that I should give Len a call some time.
So I did. Last night, feeling all tipsy over the election results.
And he ranted for about ten minutes, that is, until I could escape, about how how Obama's election was the End Of America. After talking to me, he wrote .
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008
This is how the world ends...
Current mood: depressed
Not with a bang, but with a ballot.
Barring a miracle, I fear I have just taken part in the last free
election of the United States of America.
As some laugh and rejoice, I am silent, seeing what is likely the end
of everything my ancestors have fought to protect since we were
colonies.
My great, great, great, great grandfather fought the British in the Revolution.
His son fought them in the War of 1812, I had family wounded at
Shiloh, and family sent to a Yankee prison camp.
One of my ancestors fought in the Spanish-American war, and more
fought in the Great War.
I have a cousin entombed on the Battleship Arizona, and another who
was at Buchenwald.
My uncles were in World War II, Korea, and Veitnam.
And I have had family in both Gulf Wars.
So, after all not only my family, but millions of others have given
thru over 2 and a half centuries to keep this nation free, and to
garauntee our civil liberties, how do the ungrateful citizens of this
country thank them?
They murdered freedom today.
Not with a sword, but with a penstroke.
Mark my words well, dear readers, as they may well outlive me.
This is the day Freedom died.
And what do we hear around us from thos who do not, or will not understand?
Laughter instead of mourning.
To those who laigh and leap for joy, I truly pity you.
For you are fiddling while Rome burns, with no thought for the horrors
that tomorrow brings.
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Reading it, I felt as if reality gave a hiccup.
I'm not in love with Len, it's been fading away for more than a year. But I do love him. Though I don't know how I'll ever talk to him again. I'm trying to understand -- I thought that it was *necessary* that I understand. But now, no. No, it's not.
So I did. Last night, feeling all tipsy over the election results.
And he ranted for about ten minutes, that is, until I could escape, about how how Obama's election was the End Of America. After talking to me, he wrote .
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
This is how the world ends...
Current mood: depressed
Not with a bang, but with a ballot.
Barring a miracle, I fear I have just taken part in the last free
election of the United States of America.
As some laugh and rejoice, I am silent, seeing what is likely the end
of everything my ancestors have fought to protect since we were
colonies.
My great, great, great, great grandfather fought the British in the Revolution.
His son fought them in the War of 1812, I had family wounded at
Shiloh, and family sent to a Yankee prison camp.
One of my ancestors fought in the Spanish-American war, and more
fought in the Great War.
I have a cousin entombed on the Battleship Arizona, and another who
was at Buchenwald.
My uncles were in World War II, Korea, and Veitnam.
And I have had family in both Gulf Wars.
So, after all not only my family, but millions of others have given
thru over 2 and a half centuries to keep this nation free, and to
garauntee our civil liberties, how do the ungrateful citizens of this
country thank them?
They murdered freedom today.
Not with a sword, but with a penstroke.
Mark my words well, dear readers, as they may well outlive me.
This is the day Freedom died.
And what do we hear around us from thos who do not, or will not understand?
Laughter instead of mourning.
To those who laigh and leap for joy, I truly pity you.
For you are fiddling while Rome burns, with no thought for the horrors
that tomorrow brings.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Reading it, I felt as if reality gave a hiccup.
I'm not in love with Len, it's been fading away for more than a year. But I do love him. Though I don't know how I'll ever talk to him again. I'm trying to understand -- I thought that it was *necessary* that I understand. But now, no. No, it's not.