i woke up the morning after the election and it was like un-christmas. you know – that drowsy feeling of anticipation, aware that there’s something special about the day even before you’re awake enough to remember what that is. only this time i had this ugly, black pessimistic feeling as well, like a grey storm cloud hanging over the bedroom.

the long and short of it is:

the half of america that voted for george bush: who are you?

this isn’t the america that i know. and while the subsection of the united states in which i live clearly isn’t representative of the whole (i can count all the people i know who voted republican on one hand), i feel disillusioned to be so far out of touch with the part of american that is and will be making policy decisions that affect not only me, but people all over the world.

ugg. i’m utterly disgusted. i should have done more.