Keening in Heartbreak

I Love Reading This Guy's Blog.

I was up until 1:30AM on Halloween night, talking with a loved one one who was determined to vote for Bush. No screaming, not crying, just talking. I realize now that I was actually trying to change his mind. Talking about how he claims to care about tolerance and civil rights and the fact that I have so many wonderful gay friends who deserve to be married more than I ever did, and factories closing all over the midwest, and the Christian hate-mongering Agenda of Bigotry, and the fact that someone he loves might be dead today if abortions weren't legal and how can you POSSIBLY vote this administration back in if you care about life and freedom in THIS country?

THIS country. MY country. OUR country. I know about those other countries across the ocean who desperately need our help, but I'm not willing to sacrifice MY country in the process! Does that make me selfish? The UNITED STATES with it's population of people who I love, who he loves. THIS COUNTRY. Where Women, ethnic minorities, and GBLT are supposed to be as entitled to their pursuit of happiness as Sam Walton was. Where generations of people have fought and died right here within our own borders working to guarantee and preserve those rights. Rights that we call other countries "uncivilized" for not supporting. Rights that many Bush supporters want to REVOKE. THIS country, where I wanted to raise kids. I am having a very hard time being comfortable with that idea right now.

Yes, I'm over-reacting. Or am I?

Next Thursday, under the New Moon, I want to sit and pray with Barack Obama, the Reverend Barry Lynn, Starhawk, and my Mom. (Yes, Anelle, I PRAY.) All y'all can come.