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[sigerson]

Clarifying...

I don't think it's the end of the world. I'm not moving to Canada. I'm not convinced that we're doooooooomed. And I'm extremely happy for the gains that did happen, and that things could have been far worse.

I'm not any less angry or upset, either. I've been doing the hoping-for-the-best thing for so long that I want a day of depression and gloom to break down in; then I can go back to putting one stone atop another, one good deed, one person helped, one victory won. But today feels pretty damned bad, regardless of the limitless potential we still have, the power in change and anger, the things we've accomplished and the things we can accomplish.

In spite of all that, today still feels damned bad. And I do the (comparatively) Happy Shiny Optimist thing a lot, so I don't think I'm being irrational by taking a day to bellow.

This anger is real. This sorrow is real--even if Kerry ultimately wins. Today, they're what I can feel.

Tomorrow I will put them aside, shrink them down, and use them to make things different.

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[kassrachel.livejournal.com]

I should clarify; although I said above that I am convinced we're doomed, I'm actually not. I'm teetering precariously between two poles. Half of me thinks we're doomed and the American experiment is effectively over; half of me disagrees vehemently. If I were completely convinced that we're doomed, it might be easier to contemplate withdrawing from this place; since I'm not, I can't quite wrap my mind around going, but I also can't quite wrap my mind around how bad things may be.

I have strong feelings about all of this, but maybe hanging out in person, or at least private email, would be a better venue for discussing why I'm freaked out by seemingly serious talk of immigration -- I'm not sure I want that conversation to happen out in the open air. *g* Not for fears of government reprisal, just because this stuff feels very personal to me.