I guess I lack the political fortitude I once had. I watched the
opening few minutes in stunned silence, then turned it up so I
could hear it from the other room. That done I fled to the safety
of my computer and went online. Hearing it was bad enough. I
couldn't take the visuals.
First coherent thought, I swear, was "A complete neophyte running
for dog catcher in Missoula would know not to wear that tie on
television. What the hell were they thinking?".
It was like a one hour trip through a voter's version of the five
stages of grief. I was stunned, then I began talking back to the
television, then I got so angry I would sit with my hands locked on
the edge of the desk. Slowly, the sheer fact of how out of his
depth he was hit me. I thought I knew, but this was a whole new
magnitude, I needed an entire new scale of measurement. Finally, as
he dodged question after question, I got to the final stage.
I pulled out my voter's registration, stuck it on the upper corner
of my monitor and swore I would not let a single day between now
and the election pass without talking to someone about why Bush
must be sent home to Texas.
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