If you can't find me, try Vancouver.

I can barely compose myself to write at this moment. I am consumed with emotion. Sadness. Despair. Fear. Anger. Shame. I've cried twice, nearly vomited on several occasions, and am shaking inside and out.

I am horrified at Bush's reelection, and I hope, hope, hope that all the terrible things I envision will not come to pass during the next four years. And when I think that so many millions of Americans in so many states voted to prohibit gay marriage, to change their constitutions to forbid people who love one another from legally formalizing their lifetime commitment for reasons that seem utterly antithetical to the principles on which this country was founded, I am embarrassed to call myself an American.

Though I normally try to keep the language on this site somewhat cleaner than the sailoresque vitriol that often spews from my mouth, I'm finding only one way to express how I feel today.

FUCKITY MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER FUCK.

Comments

[jdz]

You're not the only one... :(

btw... I lived on Vancouver Island for a little while.... its sounding damn good these days....

[mad]

Thanks, J - and I hear there's a great triathlete community up there. In reality, I'll probably just stay here and keep fighting the good fight. But the thought of heading north is awfully appealing.

[lkh]

Oh, come on, stay here and fight. At least for the winter. The protest picture is a lot clearer than it would have been with Kerry, and risking your life can be fun!

[Coralie]

Amen.

(Yes, in case you were wondering, that was meant to be a weak pun on the VERY SCARY state of affairs.)