Friday, October 22, 2004

Tis The Season

Dateline: Days before the election of the President of the United States of American.

Ack. I have enough trouble deciding whether to shave in the morning or not, let alone choosing THE MOST POWERFUL MAN ON EARTH! Sounds like a cheesy Sci-Fi movie that I would probably pay good money to rent. Anywho.

Don't let me mislead you, I don't actually choose the president myself. For what it's worth, I "vote." This isn't the first time I've voted. But by golly, it's the first time I'm pissed off enough to actually make sure I vote, and vote hard. It's my impression that I'm not the only one that feels this way now-a-days. But for me, it's not completely about party lines or policies. It's also about being tired of feeling helpless, of doing nothing.

I can't remember ever being so involved or interested in politics. Maybe it's because I'm older and wiser. Maybe it's because I surf too much. Or maybe it's because I disagree so much with the direction my country is going. So much, in fact, that I've expressed desires to move to another country where it's calmer and not considered a dirty thing to be a citizen of that country. Yes, dirty.

People in other countries (yes, there are other countries outside of the United States) have an image of Americans as being spoiled, self-righteous, and arrogant that isn't so far from the truth because I see it in my neighbors, my co-workers, my family, and sometimes in myself. So, like any self-aware person, I want to improve myself. I want to make things better. I want to make the feeling that Americans are some sort of international-bully-with-good-intentions go away. Thus the voting thing.

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I hate to actually say it (for fear of being burned at the stake), but I blame alot of what's wrong with America on the right-wing conservative religious fanatics wanting to impose their will on the rest of us. Did someone say Republicans? Mr. Sulu, brace for impact! I know how I feel and think. I know how most if not all of my Republican acquaintances feel and think. And I know that I am not a Republican. What's in your wallet heart? Is it hatred? Fear? Are you just plain mean?

And another thing... When did the word "liberal" start to hold some sort of negative connotation? When did it become unfashionable to think like an American? For those of you who have forgotten:

Conservative: resistant to change
Liberal: favoring reform and progress

My time is up. Here's your ear back.


Anonymous said...

Let me take a moment to cry you a fucking river....wait for it, wait for it.....wait....for it. There it goes, the river of tears for you to sail to Canada in. Take the rest of your liberal buddies with you.

Anonymous said...

Ya know...I don't know when liberal became a fuck word, but i'm here to say it loud, I'm liberal and I'm proud. Do I want to protect the disenfranchised? Damn yes, I do. Do I want to spend money doing it? I'm willing, and I'm willing to spend my hard-earned money, as well. Am I interested in the general welfare of all of my fellow citizens including the ones who are least equipped to take care of themselves--indeed, especially for that class? I am, and I'm proud of that.

Do I drive an American car, you ask? No, I don't. Fuck you, I'm proud of that, too.


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