I go back and forth between thinking fuck it, we survived Reagan too, and contemplating the example of my father's father quietly getting his ass out of Austria in the Twenties. Another four years of watching the toddler with the fork playing by the light-socket and not being able to do anything about it is going to be a long hard slog. I'm tired of being told that the woman on "Fourteen children and pregnant again!" is more of an American than I am. I'm tired of having to be afraid that she and people like her not only disagree with everything that I believe in, but that some of them would actively wish me dead for disagreeing with them. And I am so goddamn bone-weary of listening to that squeaky shrill excuse for a voice that's coming out of my television right now.
Taking bets now on the '08 matchup... and whether we're going to have an election at all.