Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Yes, yes. I am pissed off

However; I started coming to a realization after the last election that has only recently become fully formed.
For better or worse, I am an American citizen. There is a specific person who is also an American citizen, and unless he gets a job in another country, I'm staying here.

This is MY damn country: I am NOT going to let idiot right wingers take my rights away from me, and I'm starting with my right to be patriotic.
This is not to be confused with Nationalism. Nationalism is what they had in Germany before WW2. The country is trying to lean in that direction: "If you don't agree with Bush, you don't belong here!" Bollox that! It is our right as Americans to complain, protest, throw gigantic screaming fits if we so choose.
But we have to do something. If we don't protest, if we don't raise the roof about every little right that gets stomped all over, if we don't proudly wave flags around while we do it then what else is the world supposed to think? If we don't make our presence known then they will continue to think that a love of our country equals right wing nationalism.
Bush won the election, please don't let him win the country.
The glorious thing about our constitution, and considering the kerfluffle over gay marriage, I'm guessing it would take an amazing amount to change this, is that in four years we get to do this all over again. I would urge all my friends to remember that Republicans prove time after time, every time the Democrats are in charge, that you do not have to agree to with our leader to be patriotic. And that being patriotic does not mean you can't complain.

Monday, November 1, 2004

Every year for the last 6 years, except for one, which is not worth mentioning; needless to say, it sucked, I have gone to visit my friends Pam and Neil and their four children for Halloween.
Canada is the best place for Halloween. Not only do you get mini sized bars of Aeros and Smarties, but you get weird Indian and Asian candies too.
Robin told me he had decided to be a Bush. I suggested all he needed was a cowboy hat and a suit, but he decided to be a shrubbery instead. It was an excellent costume. He got many compliments, but it was uncomfortable and pokey. Probably not a costume to repeat.
Forrest was the Witch King of Angmar. I made the crown out of construction paper and cardboard. He thinks he wants to be Sauron next year. I told him if he does, he has to give me more notice because it will take me at least a week to make all that armour out of cardboard.
I have been also told by the two younger children that they are very dissapointed that I didn't bring Walker. This has never happened with any of my boyfriends before. Even the one they liked.