I can't take much more of this. Two weeks to go, and I'm at the end of my rope. I can't work. I can eat, but mostly standing up. I'm anxious all the time and taking it out on my ex-wife, which, ironically, I'm finding enjoyable. This is like waiting for the results of a biopsy. Actually, it's worse. Biopsies only take a few days, maybe a week at the most, and if the biopsy comes back positive, there's still a potential cure. With this, there's no cure. The result is final. Like death.
Five times a day I'll still say to someone, "I don't know what I'm going to do if McCain wins." Of course, the reality is I'm probably not going to do anything. What can I do? I'm not going to kill myself. If I didn't kill myself when I became impotent for two months in 1979, I'm certainly not going to do it if McCain and Palin are elected, even if it's by nefarious means. If Obama loses, it would be easier to live with it if it's due to racism rather than if it's stolen. If it's racism, I can say, "Okay, we lost, but at least it's a democracy. Sure, it's a democracy inhabited by a majority of disgusting, reprehensible turds, but at least it's a democracy." If he loses because it's stolen, that will be much worse. Call me crazy, but I'd rather live in a democratic racist country than a non-democratic non-racist one. (It's not exactly a Hobson's choice, but it's close, and I think Hobson would compliment me on how close I've actually come to giving him no choice. He'd love that!)
The one concession I've made to maintain some form of sanity is that I've taken to censoring my news, just like the old Soviet Union. The citizenry (me) only gets to read and listen to what I deem appropriate for its health and well-being. Sure, there are times when the system breaks down. Michele Bachmann got through my radar this week, right before bedtime. That's not supposed to happen. That was a lapse in security, and I've had to make some adjustments. The debates were particularly challenging for me to monitor. First I tried running in and out of the room so I would only hear my guy. This worked until I knocked over a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "Sit down or get out!" my host demanded. "Okay," I said, and took a seat, but I was more fidgety than a ten-year-old at temple. I just couldn't watch without saying anything, and my running commentary, which mostly consisted of "Shut up, you prick!" or "You're a fucking liar!!!" or "Go to hell, you cocksucker!" was way too distracting for the attendees, and finally I was asked to leave.
Assuming November 4th ever comes, my big decision won't be where I'll be watching the returns, but if I'll be watching. I believe I have big jinx potential and may have actually cost the Dems the last two elections. I know I've jinxed sporting events. When my teams are losing and I want them to make a comeback, all I have to do is leave the room. Works every time. So if I do watch, I'll do it alone. I can't subject other people to me in my current condition. I just don't like what I've turned into -- and frankly I wasn't that crazy about me even before the turn. This election is having the same effect on me as marijuana. All of my worst qualities have been exacerbated. I'm paranoid, obsessive, nervous, and totally mental. It's one long, intense, bad trip. I need to come down. Soon.
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We need an update, feeling better now?
In Canada, federal elections last 30 days-- like a bikini wax, one good rip and it's over. That two-year Extreme Brazilian must be a real bummer.
My favorite stress-eat
Also - I bought two bottles of champagne today. One in case Obama wins and I get to celebrate. Two in case the republican
Another week, Lord, lord how can we survive another week.
Until Nov. 5th:
In the background noise at the edge of your conscious mind:
An endless loop in the most deeply reassuring and powerful voice you imagine:
PRESIDENT OBAMA.
People were elated that they were getting a call -- anxious to vote early -- some announced proudly they already voted... I detected pride and a sense of social responsibi
My life is actually worse than yours, Larry. Not only do I not get to annoy an ex-wife, but my husband has left me for the campaign!
No, he’s not trying to find himself, although that would be nice-- he’s volunteeri
Neurotic over the campaign is the least of my worries. Since becoming an Obama widow, I am now also obsessed with my sense of sheer womanhood.
For instance, how can I be sure he actually sure that’s what he’s doing? True, he took amazing photos at a Biden rally, and there was that Hallmark card with the kitten that said he missed me, postmarked from where he said it would be.
But I’m jealous and worried, Larry. I stare at the Obama poster on my husband’s empty office door alone, watch CNN alone, and watch your show, alone!
I even mimick Obama when he speaks at rally’s and check myself in the mirror to remind myself that while I’m certainly no Obama, that I’m still a looker in my own right.
So Larry, maybe by learning about my suffering, you can feel better about your own plight .Or maybe, now you’ll worry about me now as well.
I can really relate to what Mr. David said. I'm very ready for the morning of Nov 5th to dawn.
Sterling Greenwood/
Thanks again Larry.