el fracaso de la nueva esperanza
i don't know if i can heal sen.kerry. the truth is that i have voter frustration having never exercised my government-choosing muscle. ever.
holding a green card and caring about u.s. politics is a difficult thing. i believe i am entitled to almost everything all you blue-passaported folks are entitled to with the exception of a role in government. but with 15 years behind me and an undefined number ahead of me in this country, it is a difficult thing to face the fact that stephenie pollock can vote and i can't.
i know...thats how democracy works and i shouldnt complain because i'm the one that feels like the more i learn about this nation, the less i want to be bound to it in the future. especially if i have to shell out 300 bucks and undergo a process so delicately referred to as naturalization.
its quite overwhelming to have the electoral vote map flashed in front of you a million times. i thought being a red territory used to be a bad thing.
mel martinez won sen. bob graham's spot. fuck him. betty castor is an incredible person and it pains me to see her lose such a tight race. im convinced that the votes that pushed el huanaco de martinez over to victory was the fact that he's a cuban immigrant that came over on peter pan.
then again i enjoy being superficial and judgemental from time to time. especially when i can't understand why someone who i feel has clearly exhibited more compassion, a broader understanding of issues, a more trustworthy approach and a clearer vision of what needs to be done to benefit today and the future like betty castor loses against someone who regularly chuckles goofily with bush. senators are elected through a popular vote. there's not even an electoral college to blame.
i digress.
today, lying belly-down on my bed, i give my concession. this is the end of my career as a livejournal political commentator. i will stick to safe, inane topics such as my roommate's strange looking asian cuisine and footwear. you can never go wrong with footwear.
find solace in the following journals hipstomp caffineguy karamazov. they handle this in a far more graceful, articulate and accurate way than me. please read them.
anonymoses
<3 dearest J.Ed<3
congratulations, you are the vice-president...of my dreams. you will be wearing a fringy, fabio shirt and will whisk me off on a white horse.
me love you long time,
small peruvian girl