Whenever I say something bitter, my instinct is always to come back and say, “Well, it’s not that bad, I guess, I just wanted to let off steam.” I half felt that way when I went to bed last night. But now, with a full night’s sleep and time to think it over, I realize that it is that bad, and all I’ve got is a further elaboration of everything I hate right now.
I hate all the fantasies I allowed myself of Kerry winning. I was going to call up everyone I knew to celebrate. I can hardly stand to write e-mails about this right now.
I hate everything that Bush got away with. I hate that we came so close to convincing enough people that he was a disaster, and they still went with him.
I hate that all the conservatives were proven right. Sean Hannity had a countdown on his show of the number of days until Bush was re-elected, and he was absolutely right. And I hate that all the smartasses and cynics on the left–the people who never read the news or the polls but still said, “Oh, Bush will win” with total confidence–are proven right too.
I hate that nothing went right. Tom Daschle lost. We lost to a racist in Oklahoma and a doddering lunatic in Kentucky. In California we lost the attempt to reform the Three Strikes law, for God’s sake. A friend’s mother ran for State Assembly as a Democrat. She didn’t win.
I hate that I have to go about the week and talk to people about this. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about it.
I thought we were going to win.
What in the world is going to happen?