beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let there be no whining Yesterday was one big political hangover. I felt so crappy all day. My teaching job is over, so I am free to roam around feeling psycho, which brought me to the gym and then to the overstimulating shoe and sock store on Mass Ave. There I joined other hungover women buying $17 tights and fuzzy socks. When I broached the possiblility that we were all there for the same kind of retail therapy, the mood lightened a little, the way it does when you can stop frowning into the middle distance and start bitching for real. The voter turnout came down to the God Squad, I think, and I'm not knocking God or church, but people! What difference will it make to you if mens marry mens or womens marry womens? If a very tiny number of those womens choose to have a late term abortion, can you cling to your high horse anyway? Nancy Drew wonders if this means Senator Hillary Clinton will have a chance in 2008 if she runs for president. I don't think we will see a candidate from the northeast again in our lifetimes. That Hamilton Woman forwarded this from Charley Pierce, a writer for the Boston Globe: "OK, now I'm starting to feel the gorge rise. Let us content ourselves with this. The country voted for these guys with its eyes open. Let us hear no complaining about "bait and switch," and a "uniter, not a divider," and on and on and on. It even returned a national legislature "So let there be no whining when your husband's National Guard obligation leaves him under fire for six extra months, or when Granny and Gramps are eating cat food, or when it become increasingly impossible to meet the economic needs of the middle-class family." 10:35 a.m. - 2004-11-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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