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November 3rd, 2004
Anger

There’s nothing quite as exciting as walking out of Pioneer Place (for some after work window shopping) and directly into a line of cops in riot gear glaring at everyone within eyesight. Hello Protest!

Sadly, my life is not quite interesting enough to have been an actual PART of the protest, but I stood on the street corner watching the cops and protesters for about twenty minutes before the crowd took off down the street. I was half tempted to borrow someone’s sign and join them, but I gathered rather quickly that the most peaceful part of the protest took place earlier in the day and the mood on the street when I bumped into it was getting ugly. I’m not into ugly, myself.

But I did have a few thoughts. First of all, we heard for weeks and weeks how the “terrorists” were planning on disrupting the election. Did it happen? No. Not even a whisper. Fear wins again, folks, and fear really went to the polls last night. I’m really, really angry, and not particularly articulate. All I can say is, my baby brother will be 18 before this man gets out of the presidency and damned if they’re drafting my sweet-faced, gentle little brother into one of their illegitimate, unnecessary wars. Not a chance, not if I can help it.

I’m angry. I’m angry and I’m scared. I’m devoted to paying off as much of my student loans as I can so I can take my little brother and sister (if necessary) and get the hell out.

Posted by Claire at 07:49 PM | Rant | Comments (0) | Tweet This Post

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