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Wednesday November 8th - Don't blame me; I voted for Kodos!
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Again, I'm going to refer you to Columbine's reaction to the possible outcome of this fucking "election". I could add some sputterings of my own, but she does such a chilling job of articulating the fear and horror. I will say that I watched last night, with only an hour out to watch the new Buffy. When I called David - David, who hates politics so much I forget he keeps one eye turned towards it - David was watching the returns too. I was logging on, looking state by state, and eventually, praying to some god I haven't believed in in 10 years to please, god, make Florida Gore's baby this time around.

Part of the problem - and this I don't know for sure - is that Bush's supporters are such self-righteous, frenzied bastards fighting for what I see as an attempt to recreate everyone in their own image that they totally wash away the Gore supporters, who (among the ones that I know personally, which is a small, small percentage to be sure), if he were to win, would simply breathe a sigh of relief that we held back those moralistic hyenas for another four years. I don't really understand it - both candidates seem under par - but somehow I think Bush's supporters were doing more than simply turning a blind eye; somehow, they believe in this man. What a neat parlor trick!

I said I wasn't going to talk about this. Oh well.

So, last night, back when it was early enough that I thought Gore might sweep, I made the proclamations to my housemates:

"If Gore wins, I go to Grad school next fall; if Bush wins, I travel for as long as I can outside this country."

The problem with this, is that Bush is such a doofus, he might actually make it dangerous to be an American travelling overseas during his reign in office. I don't know what the solution is. I hear Vancouver is nice, not too cold. Maybe I can find a Creative Writing MFA in Great Britain or Canada that I'd like to complete? I could try to fall in love and marry someone from another country and apply for dual citizenship. I wish I could afford to buy an island and start my own country or something. I don't like the way the world is going.

Naw, what I really should do is write about it. Use all my infamous "worst-case-scenarios" and turn out a bunch of stories a la "Handmaid's Tale" until I get a collection together or maybe a novel, and sell it. Surely, in just a few years, those sorts of stories will have a morbid popularity in light of (then) current politics.

Exercise log:

Really long walk with David, down the hill, all the way around Lake Merritt, and back up the hill. Felt good.


Writing log:

The Many Masks of Halloween in Strange Horizons.


I'm currently reading:

Solaris by Stanislaw Lem

Woman: An Intimate Geography by Natalie Angier

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