The Day After
Sad. Frustrated. Angry. Disillusioned. Pissed Off. Speechless. Battered. Bruised. Disgusted. Cynical. Bewildered. Philosophical. Acceptance.
Ah well, the majority has spoken.
I had hoped that the election would put an end to this emotional roller-coaster, but that’s not the case. The ride continues. The results of this election are difficult to accept, but I’ll get there.
I imagine there are some that are packing their luggage at this very moment, moving out of the country and seeking asylum in a distant land. I can’t say that I blame them, but that’s not an option for me. Besides, few distant lands have open-arms for Americans right now.
I suppose there’s always the option of depression, calling my old friend Jack Daniels and cutting myself off from the rest of the world. To be honest, a good depression does sound tempting, and it wouldn’t take much to get into a dark funk. But in reality, I know that depression isn’t going to get me anywhere.
Yes, it’s also tempting to throw my arms in the air, buy myself a Don’t blame me - I voted for Kerry t-shirt, and proclaim that I no longer give a shit. But the truth is, I still care.
Although the election is over, our young men and women are still in Iraq and Afghanistan. Millions of people still don’t have health care. Osama is still out there. Millions of people remain jobless. The national debt continues to soar. And the many other problems that we faced yesterday are still here today.
If my cause was worth fighting for yesterday, then surely an election cannot not change that. Yes, it would have been much easier to forward the cause with a new administration, but that’s not the way things worked out. I’ll just have to dig my feet in the sand a little deeper and continue the fight.
Just give me a few moments while I get over this one.