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Patchwork Speculation
Nov. 4th, 2004 01:55 pmOkay. The election is over, the sky is still blue, and while I'm not happy I'm willing to pick up and get to work and see what I can do to help keep things from becoming worse. Maybe nothing, but we'll see.
I do have to get one small melodramatic rant off my chest, though; please bear with me until I'm done.
I'm American. I disagree with our president, and I don't like what he's doing right now, but that doesn't change what I am and it doesn't make me any less proud of it, because there's so much more to this country than whoever happens to be standing on the highest point shouting that he's in charge for the moment.
I'm a tree-hugging, puppy-cuddling, velvet-wearing, hair-dying, RPG-playing, net-addicted, F&SF-reading, SCAdian, dancing, grad-school-indebted, DAR-descended, vanilla, tea-drinking, lapsed pagan, Kerry-voting American. I'm married to a long-haired, tie-dye-wearing, Doonesbury-reading, science-geek, pun-addicted son of immigrants, and he's American. I have friends from other countries, but most of my friends are from my own country. They're tall, and short, and black and white and red and every shade in between. They're guitar-playing, poetry-writing, Shakespeare-reciting, monogamous, polyamorous, bowling, knitting, novel-writing, English-major, science-geek, pregnant, wheelchair-using, Morris-dancing, kosher-keeping, magic-working, shy, argumentative, passionately individualistic Americans.
America is more adjectives than I can ever list. And I like it that way, damnit. And if even one of those goes away, fleeing to Canada or wherever, well, if they feel safer that way then I guess I can't argue. But I'll be upset, and sad, because America will be that much smaller and less colorful, and that much closer to being what everyone is afraid it's becoming.
So. Overly purple prose and excessive drama over. Now I can get back to my regular stream of cute kitten stories and sleepy rambling. Sorry to have diverged.....
I do have to get one small melodramatic rant off my chest, though; please bear with me until I'm done.
I'm American. I disagree with our president, and I don't like what he's doing right now, but that doesn't change what I am and it doesn't make me any less proud of it, because there's so much more to this country than whoever happens to be standing on the highest point shouting that he's in charge for the moment.
I'm a tree-hugging, puppy-cuddling, velvet-wearing, hair-dying, RPG-playing, net-addicted, F&SF-reading, SCAdian, dancing, grad-school-indebted, DAR-descended, vanilla, tea-drinking, lapsed pagan, Kerry-voting American. I'm married to a long-haired, tie-dye-wearing, Doonesbury-reading, science-geek, pun-addicted son of immigrants, and he's American. I have friends from other countries, but most of my friends are from my own country. They're tall, and short, and black and white and red and every shade in between. They're guitar-playing, poetry-writing, Shakespeare-reciting, monogamous, polyamorous, bowling, knitting, novel-writing, English-major, science-geek, pregnant, wheelchair-using, Morris-dancing, kosher-keeping, magic-working, shy, argumentative, passionately individualistic Americans.
America is more adjectives than I can ever list. And I like it that way, damnit. And if even one of those goes away, fleeing to Canada or wherever, well, if they feel safer that way then I guess I can't argue. But I'll be upset, and sad, because America will be that much smaller and less colorful, and that much closer to being what everyone is afraid it's becoming.
So. Overly purple prose and excessive drama over. Now I can get back to my regular stream of cute kitten stories and sleepy rambling. Sorry to have diverged.....
