"In the end, a majority of Americans -- 52 percent to 46 percent of likely voters -- were dissatisfied with how things were going and still voted for the man in charge. A majority -- 47 percent to 41 percent -- thought we were on the wrong track and still reelected the conductor. Given the choice between the commander in chief of the war and the guy who promised only a "smarter, more effective war," they decided to go home with the guy what brung 'em to the battlefront. Fear didn't just trump the long-jawed hope. It trumped the economy, it trumped healthcare. It trumped John F. Kerry."–Ellen Goodman, in the Boston Globe today
Season of Rage
time 2:09 pm feeling still PISSED off
wearing jeans, AOHNA2004 shirt reading
Stiff ready for get over my rage next clean up
I am SO ANGRY.
I didn't expect to be this angry. I didn't expect to be this upset! Why does it matter, what's the big deal? It's the president, it's not your family, it's not your well-being, it's not your life. But maybe it IS, and THAT'S why it matters.
I am SO ENRAGED.
This rage courses through my body, anger boiling in my blood, disgust gushing through my veins. Why? WHY? Do I really live in a country where the people will elect a wrongdoer again? Do I really live somewhere where they believe not everyone should have equal rights? Is this really where I am?
I am SO MAD.
MAD is right, I'm a raving lunatic, sputtering out accusations, typing back more fire in hatred as I try to grasp what's happened here. But what's really happened? It's really that I've lost my mind. I want to tear all the Bush Cheney signs I see to pieces, I want to cry at the hopefulness of the Kerry ones. Anyone who drives badly, anyone who cuts in line, anyone who does anything I don't like today I paint a Bush supporter in my mind. It's YOUR fault, I want to scream, and you can't even DRIVE well!! But that's completely irrational, and precisely why I am mad (stark, raving, lunaticky mad, that is).
It's so funny, because since when do I care this much? What does it really mean to me? But somehow I've got to let go of this anger, this rage, this madness, somehow I have to figure out how to give Bush a second chance. Because a whole lot of other people have.
–Lexi