||[May. 23rd, 2005|10:33 pm]
So I was writing tonight, like I've been trying to do the entire weekend.|
The emotions caught up with me.
A friend of mine was enraged by an accusation levelled at the Republicans.
I knew, with a sick feeling in my stomach, that the accusation might have been fair, and that her rage was better set against those who made such an accusation fair.
I don't know, and I can't prove, but I'm pretty damn sure, she was betrayed.
Another friend of mine trusted the military to do its job, and root out the corruption that led to Abu Ghraib, but the military slapped on some coats of whitewash, using investigation methods that didn't have enough authority to get to the truth.
I don't know, and I can't prove, but I'm as certain as I've been in my life, he was betrayed.
Millions of good people form the rank and file of the Republican Party.
George W. Bush pressures Congress to pass a law that will allow greater amounts of mercury to poison our food chain, and calls it "clear skies" and insists that it LOWERS emissions.
The Republican Congress allows the whitewash to be slapped onto prisoner abuse scandals, without launching their own investigations.
The country was led by lies into an expensive war that's killed thousands and thousands of innocent people, by an asshole who has the audacity to claim to follow Jesus. WWJD? Oh, I'm just fucking *SURE* he'd say "Thousands and thousand of innocent people dead? No problem!"
Those millions and millions of Republicans have all been betrayed as well.
It's not the Republican Party, you know... it's just a few strategists. It's just a few people spreading the poison of hatred.
But it's been so successful, you see. It's accomplished so much. To decry these tactics, well, that would be disloyal, wouldn't it? So they cover up and hold together.
And today it just hit me. I can't beat these motherfuckers. I'm not that good.
Oh, I'll keep trying. I've got enough done to write up my proposal and send it out. Maybe I'll even get struck by inspiration later, and build something up that's better.
But I'm not that good. Not on the best day of my life. I can't do this, it's too big for me, and it's out of my control, and god damn it, if people could feel this frustration, and the reason behind it, they'd *know*.
I can't do this. It's bigger than me, and I hate it.
But then, time and again, soldiers have stood their ground, against impossible odds, giving their lives for the protection of their home. Am I going to give in because it hurts my *feelings*?
America is in danger. It needs everyone who can help to take a stand and fight the good fight. I just wish I could do more.