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Edited on Wed Nov-05-08 04:12 PM by liberalmuse
We stared at the abyss, and gave it the bird. I wrote this over a week ago, just to express what I had been feeling. Again, I SUCK as a writer, but this is how I was feeling until this week, when I somehow knew we would win:
When I think about the unthinkable, a fear so paralyzing grips me that I can hardly breathe. Agony so deep that it sticks in my chest, trying to form a gutteral scream that would aptly express 8 years...8 universes full of pent up rage and hurt.
That is when I see myself as a refugee without a country, having to protest the darkening, oppressive pestilence of a ill-gotten McCain "win" until some fucking Cheetoh-eating armchair fascist brings me down with a single gun shot. I can't even type the words so horrific, but even a hint of them hovering there in the peripheral of 'what could be' sends me plunging to the depths of despair. My life would be over. Done. Kaput. The person I was, am or ever had hoped to be would be destroyed with a single shattering, wicked pronouncement.
Torture. Pre-emptive war. Old, white man bluster, crippled with hate, rattling the saber, more reminiscent of a limp dick on Viagra than a brave warrior. Lies. Deceit. More of the fucking same.
But then there is Hope. There is Hope, and I will not let go, because Hope is where I am safe from the nightmares taunting me, begging me to make them reality. NO! Hope. That is where I will firmly stand. HOPE.
President Barack Hussein Obama.
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