“We're all in this thing alone.” ~ Lily Tomlin
Watched The US vs. John Lennon on video last night, and by the end I was gently crying. The thing is, pond scum Nixon ain't got nuthin' on ol' Bushie. People younger than me, (I'm almost 52,) have no idea how exciting and scary, how hopeful yet dreadful the early seventies were. But at least people came out to protest in droves back then. And The Hoove! Don't get me started!
Woke up this morning sick to my stomach and full of anxiety, after a night filled with generic anxiety dreams. Are the Democrats actually going to win this time? Even though Karl Rove thinks we will. (Excuse me, but are Rove and Cheney candidates for separated at birth twins?)
I will be voting tomorrow, and spending the meantime keeping as busy as possible.
Tonight, because I am a masochist, I plan to watch Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse 5.
4 comments:
I completely understand that generalized sick feeling. I keep drowning mine in chocolate cake, which probably isn't good. And I'm not only fretting about the presidential election, but the horror of prop 8! Sigh...
By jove! That's what has been bugging me when I watch those Life On Mars shows. You've nailed it. People are romanticizing the strife! Remember all that GawdAwful Dread of the draft lottery? Sigh. Too bad its no longer a NOVELTY to be lied to by our Commander In Chief as he looks us straight in the eye (through the television). I say we all go sit in a room with Lily and comiserate.
Nibbler
My hope is tempered by the fear that THEY may pull it off and steal this election or somehow take it away from us once again. I know many feel this way, It looks so good but it is too much to hope for. I came of age in the late 60's, early 70's and I remember the anger, the fear and desire for change that was felt back then. I guarantee that people will go to the streets once again if this election goes against us.
That feeling of dread was with me all day yesterday, too. And as I watched the coverage, I felt the fear that it would be stolen from us once again. I refused to celebrate until there was complete certainty that it was true. And now it IS TRUE! I am in awe! In the end, as I looked at the crowds of young people celebrating inthe streets, i thought of my sons 18, and 21 and children of friends who are slightly older and i felt proud. Proud that there were enough of us in our generation to instill these values in next generation. There is still a little place, this morning for that fear that it will be taken away. That it is a dream that i will wake from. But I will push it down and live in a state of creative gratitude. Let us manifest our dream!
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