Wednesday, November 03, 2004
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maybe if i can laugh off provisional ballots as a liberal media creation, maybe if i can pretend i didn't exchange excited text messages about that zogby poll tuesday while knocking on doors for kerry, maybe if i leave no paper trail of actually having been hopeful, it means i wasn't.
of course, i'm not a corrupt ohio diebold machine. i'm just a girl who stayed up all night preparing to facilitate a history class full of defeated, surly swatties who hadn't done the reading. and maybe to refresh the ny times homepage every 5 minutes.
It's interesting living in a garnet-covered cacoon of mourning. Ubiquitous commiseration, misdirected rage toward the three campus republicans, and a special, in-honor-of-election-day primal scream at midnight. professors turn a blind eye to unfinished work and spend the rest of their time huddled in depressed groups in Kohlberg. It's the worst kind of complicity because no one can enjoy it.
I can't say it's comforting that we relinquished the election to droves of gay marriage-hating evangelicals. Or that the insidious combination of 9-hour-lines, blatant voter disenfranchisement, and pre-stuffed balloting machines were set in motion by Karl Rove long before kerry even won the nomination. maybe even before kerry was born.
i have yet to find the rationalization rhetoric that truly speaks to me. kerry's "because we're all americans in the end" didn't quite cut it. but the same people who are walking around like the living dead today were cheering when kerry took PA last night. that's gotta amount for something because we're all still here and we mostly admit that talk of succeeding to canada is just talk. if not defecting is half the battle, then at least another fourth is knowing what we want to change. it will happen.
maybe if i can laugh off provisional ballots as a liberal media creation, maybe if i can pretend i didn't exchange excited text messages about that zogby poll tuesday while knocking on doors for kerry, maybe if i leave no paper trail of actually having been hopeful, it means i wasn't.
of course, i'm not a corrupt ohio diebold machine. i'm just a girl who stayed up all night preparing to facilitate a history class full of defeated, surly swatties who hadn't done the reading. and maybe to refresh the ny times homepage every 5 minutes.
It's interesting living in a garnet-covered cacoon of mourning. Ubiquitous commiseration, misdirected rage toward the three campus republicans, and a special, in-honor-of-election-day primal scream at midnight. professors turn a blind eye to unfinished work and spend the rest of their time huddled in depressed groups in Kohlberg. It's the worst kind of complicity because no one can enjoy it.
I can't say it's comforting that we relinquished the election to droves of gay marriage-hating evangelicals. Or that the insidious combination of 9-hour-lines, blatant voter disenfranchisement, and pre-stuffed balloting machines were set in motion by Karl Rove long before kerry even won the nomination. maybe even before kerry was born.
i have yet to find the rationalization rhetoric that truly speaks to me. kerry's "because we're all americans in the end" didn't quite cut it. but the same people who are walking around like the living dead today were cheering when kerry took PA last night. that's gotta amount for something because we're all still here and we mostly admit that talk of succeeding to canada is just talk. if not defecting is half the battle, then at least another fourth is knowing what we want to change. it will happen.
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