Monday
November 13, 2000
**P
R E F A C E**
(or
Disclaimer or Warning...whatever)
I really, really hate talking politics. I honestly, truly do. However, when pressed into a discussion, I can hold my own quite well. Politics cuts deeply into my gut like razor wire, no matter how I try to avoid it. It's that irritating buzz that won't away. It won't go away simply by ignoring it -- because though I'm loathe to admit it, politics affects my life, prodding me and angering me into comment. Even when I really, really don't want to.
More than any other presidential race in the past, this particular one has me so filled with anxiety that it's ready to burst like an infected pustule. This whole election has been one gigantic suppurating pustule, baby. I'm only so glad that I started this online journal because it allows me to vent in public rather than stew in private. It keeps me from blurting random bursts of, "F**king Republican dirtbag, scumbags..." in mixed crowds. That would be ugly and ... well ... rather childish. (Not that I have many readers -- as long as I'm publishing my rants, that's all that matters anyway.)
Let me add that I do have some very nice (moderate, thankfully) Republican friends who are just as disgusted, confused and perplexed by the political machinations going on in Florida. If, however, you happen to be an ultra-conservative Republican, you might become rather offended by the following journal entry. I'm just warning you. Go no further if you are a rabid G.W. Bush supporter, 'cause it ain't gonna be pretty. If you are determined to peek anyway, let me remind you that under the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, I am guaranteed freedom of speech -- as you are. If you wish to send an email invective my way, you are certainly free to do so. But just remember: I have a delete key.
That
said, if you still wish to proceed ... ENTER.
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