Lurking, watching and reading in the last couple of weeks, between the elections and the Middle East, I don't think I've ever been as simultaneously excited and terrified as I've been of this eleventh month of 2006. Amidst all of the good news and developments, in the shadows the bad guys have been quietly stacking the deck. Never has the outlook looked so promising and yet so dark. I don't think one can be too paranoid anymore; the badministration's public track record negates the possibility. I shudder to speculate on what they've managed to keep under wraps.fukking hell. i'm at the edge of my nerves, like a pastor with a meth/prostitute habit. it's a helluva rush - but only because the uncertainty is so GD dangerous. it feels like the eleventh hour of the eleventh month. larisa is right (i've been saying the same thing for 3 years) - these guys simply can't afford to 'lose'. we arent exactly sure what that means yet - we'll have a crisis either on tue/wed, or in january, or when the hearings start. for three years i've been 'advocating' that a stitch in time will save nine. i'm happy/reluctant to go on the record and say that i wouldn't be disappointed if it happened this week.
Only a few hundred miles from the Cda/US border, looking in from without, I'm more than a little on edge. I can't imagine how the brave, insightful men and women I now know through this blog and others see it all. Were it possible for me to vote on Tuesday, I'd be in the poll lines with you. As it is, I'll be right along with you on the edge of my seat as the returns come in.
And if/when 1776 reprises... well, we'll cross that bridge if/when we get to it. ;)
Courage and hope, my friends. GOTV
kent state equals about 20 minutes in baghdad on any given day.
i hereby offer myself as one of the 2006 kent state equivalents. take it away. (bring cameras, please!)
5 comments:
i'm at the edge of my nerves, like a pastor with a meth/prostitute habit
LMAO! you made me spit coffee all over, thank you. :-)
when i find myself waking up in the middle of the night in buenos aires, thinking about karl rove, and wondering why he's so goddam confident, i start thinking maybe i would be better off as a pastor with a meth/prostitute habit... ~rubs chin~ well, nah... not really...
Speaking of parents and children and the outed Gestapo, my son wants me to sign things, "anonymous' because he thinks they'll come and cart me away. I told him it's too late, they've got my number.
prof - sorry about the nightmares.
Kathleen, your son is very astute; you're very lucky to have a son like that. i'm hoping he's wrong but i don't have much faith left in what our country's supposed to be about.
Post a Comment