Calmer now
Nov. 3rd, 2004 01:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bktheirregularWhen I spoke of my family breaking up, I was speaking of my brother's oft-expressed intention to leave the country if ... if, well, what has happened, happened.
My folks may or may not decide to retire overseas.
I, however, am staying and fighting. Common sense still has to be worth something in this nation, and from what I gather, there's over fifty million people who agree with me.
Even Hitler never managed to kill off that many.
So, I go on. I look for work, and I think I'll sign up for MoveOn - something I was leery to do, as an official campaign worker, because of the rules preventing cooperation.
Maybe I'll find a job. Maybe not.
Maybe things will improve. Or maybe some day, there'll be a message on this LJ, and in friends' e-mail boxes and on their cell phones, saying "send word, send word, send word," to let the outside world know that, as Niemoller feared, they have come for me and it's time to speak up.
Maybe this nation will come to its senses before it's too late.
Or maybe it'll take a catastrophe, and then it'll take all of us working together to salvage the ruins.
This morning, I felt dead - or as though I'd be better off dead - but it's passed. Alive again, if drained and despondent.
With apologies to T.S. Eliot:
"I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all..."
My folks may or may not decide to retire overseas.
I, however, am staying and fighting. Common sense still has to be worth something in this nation, and from what I gather, there's over fifty million people who agree with me.
Even Hitler never managed to kill off that many.
So, I go on. I look for work, and I think I'll sign up for MoveOn - something I was leery to do, as an official campaign worker, because of the rules preventing cooperation.
Maybe I'll find a job. Maybe not.
Maybe things will improve. Or maybe some day, there'll be a message on this LJ, and in friends' e-mail boxes and on their cell phones, saying "send word, send word, send word," to let the outside world know that, as Niemoller feared, they have come for me and it's time to speak up.
Maybe this nation will come to its senses before it's too late.
Or maybe it'll take a catastrophe, and then it'll take all of us working together to salvage the ruins.
This morning, I felt dead - or as though I'd be better off dead - but it's passed. Alive again, if drained and despondent.
With apologies to T.S. Eliot:
"I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all..."
