Three Little Birds

For those of you familiar with Bob Marley, you will have already figured out that I'm feeling much, much better about things. So don't worry about a thing, cuz every little thing is gonna be all right, be all right.

Oh, I'm not ready to shove sunshine up your butt, but I still have hope, I am still somewhat, tentatively, nervously optimistic. We will survive another 4 years of this monstrous administration, and it is poetic justice (as someone wrote) that they have to clean up their own mess. Kerry would have had a HARD time.

Still, I worry and worry about judicial replacements, the possiblility of another festering wound to our Constitution (in the form of the anti-gay marriage amendment--a completely fucking ridiculous and worthless, needless piece of shit legislation), of the kind of economic collapse that could ruin us all. There are problems, and I have renewed my subscription to Mother Jones to make sure that I stay abreast of it all and ACTIVELY WORK TO COUNTER IT. But I feel revved up. Sure, I've largely ignored the news this past week, but I've caught enough to know that I still want to know, that I'm still in the game.

We'll all watch what happens in the next few years with interest. I am particularly interested in whether or not we will continue to move towards a fundamentalist Christian regime--a fucking nightmare in my world.

Despite the cussing and the rush, rush fragmentation of this entry, know, concerned reader, that I am feeling much better--and much more ready to pounce.