post script

getting tired of 'don't leave!  don't give up!  it's time to keep fighting!' keep fighting.  have fun.  don't forget to take coffee breaks, if you can afford them.  my advice is to avoid putting liberal bumper stickers on your car, especially in certain regions, because your job probably isn't that secure and you may need your car. 

america is not my child nor my grandmother.  i don't have an obligation to take care of it when it's sick, to love it even if it's a homophobe, to keep trying to change its mind because deep down everyone is good.  i don't have any obligations to america.  i don't "belong" to it (or any part of it, like its population) or vice-versa.  it is not part of me.  it is not a close associate of mine.  this is not the unforeseen end of a long, tortured, but ultimately important relationship.  it's just a place i have always been unhappy about living in.  all the things i have ever loved about it have had nothing whatsoever to do with its population.  the things i loved are all like "azaleas" and "the weather in __ when __" and "black walnut trees." 

i'll be glad, i think, when the philosophical posts die down.

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unhappy democrats need to wait to get into canada

something i was trying to express and didn't quite come out with this morning

i don't believe the fundamentalist bloc we're dealing with are capable of being swayed by any amount of staying and fighting or that sanity stands any chance of asserting itself in them.

this is no temporary lapse. this is the real world and it really does suck this much. things like this CAN happen to you.

looks like home to me

inara looks like norah jones.