For lack of a better mood, I'm simply awake. It's ten in the evening in Portland, and I'm sitting in Backspace, where I keep resolving to spend more of my time.
Reading this, I wonder if it will become one of the many extremely important news events to completely be swept under the rug while the ultimate failure of representative "democracy" takes center stage in the world arena. I swear, if we weren't a punchline for the rest of the world before, we're going to look like one now.
The next forty-eight hours are going to be peculiar, and either way, we're going to be witnessing further spasms of the death throes of America. I think it's that fatalism which keeps me determinedly proud of this country and happy to be a part of it, if that makes any sense.
Fuck it. I voted, and that makes me thrice a fool.
Reading this, I wonder if it will become one of the many extremely important news events to completely be swept under the rug while the ultimate failure of representative "democracy" takes center stage in the world arena. I swear, if we weren't a punchline for the rest of the world before, we're going to look like one now.
The next forty-eight hours are going to be peculiar, and either way, we're going to be witnessing further spasms of the death throes of America. I think it's that fatalism which keeps me determinedly proud of this country and happy to be a part of it, if that makes any sense.
Fuck it. I voted, and that makes me thrice a fool.