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:: Thursday, November 04, 2004 ::

I am at a loss over what to say about the results of our national elections. Bush re-elected, gay marriage banned in eleven states.... How can people be so selfish and stupid? Our corn-fed, xenophobic little nation is sitting on its fat corporate butt and pillaging other countries under the guise of false threats. And then about-facing, Bible in hand, telling other people that their love for each other is wrong and will not be allowed, or recognized constitutionally-- all the while teaching hatred and intolerance to their own children in schools that have no funding for art, music, or anything else pertaining to the beautification of souls. All right, I lied: I'm not at a loss over what to say; I'm just too pissed not to spout off.

Besides the losses on national & state levels, there are those within that won't seem to dissipate. Projects spurned, hopes dashed, wills thwarted. On the flip side, treasures recovered, hearts warmed, truths discovered. One cannot be weighed against the other; they simply are what they are, the workings of daily living. One takes them all or one takes them naught. For now, I am still willing to take them all. It takes but one shred of beauty in a fleeting moment to string me along for another day, week, month. And I know it's worth all of it, just some days take more convincing than others.

All in, people, all in. Time to take stock, figure out the next move. We're not done yet.

:: Anne 1:12 AM [smartass remarks] ::
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