Vociferously
i cried a little, when the reporter woman stood up in front of the two hundred or so of us and asked, "did this debate change anyones mind?" and a few people raised their hands and this one girl said "yeah im just definitely voting for kerry now." and though im sure its impossible everything was still and frozen for a split second and then it sunk in through our pores, and everyone started cheering. and clapping. and ryan and i hugged, and gordon pulled me in towards him and oli gave me that blinking eye smile that actually means something. it did mean something- i dont care about the fucking 17%, i dont care about kerry speaking over people's heads, i dont care about anti-intellectualism. we won.
and so what do you do when you win? you drink margaritas, you talk about it, you watch so many hours of coverage that you drown in the catch phrases. and though its hard to believe, after about 2 hours of watching CNN, after the margaritas had worn off and the miller high lifes had started to kick in, we began to realize that apparently, not everyone else felt as confident as we did. which was strange, because it was so involuntary, our reaction. it was so obvious. there were no other alternatives- kerry was better, he was smarter, he was more together, he formed beautiful sentences and actually made some amazing comments ("you can be certain and be wrong"). so how could these people, these puppets, act so nonfuckingplussed and say they thought "the president" did a good job? no, i'm really asking. i want an answer. i want someone to tell me.
oh but there was terror in their beady little eyes. it doesnt matter anymore, about carl rove feeding them line after line, about damage control, about the fact that on CNN two kerry representatives were mysteriously suffering from "technical difficulties" and we had to listen to more bush speak. it doesnt matter.
we knew. when we erupted like mt. st helens, when our stomachs felt settled for a minute and we itched to celebrate. they cant take that away from us, or from kerry. the truth is the truth.
psorry assholes.
and so what do you do when you win? you drink margaritas, you talk about it, you watch so many hours of coverage that you drown in the catch phrases. and though its hard to believe, after about 2 hours of watching CNN, after the margaritas had worn off and the miller high lifes had started to kick in, we began to realize that apparently, not everyone else felt as confident as we did. which was strange, because it was so involuntary, our reaction. it was so obvious. there were no other alternatives- kerry was better, he was smarter, he was more together, he formed beautiful sentences and actually made some amazing comments ("you can be certain and be wrong"). so how could these people, these puppets, act so nonfuckingplussed and say they thought "the president" did a good job? no, i'm really asking. i want an answer. i want someone to tell me.
oh but there was terror in their beady little eyes. it doesnt matter anymore, about carl rove feeding them line after line, about damage control, about the fact that on CNN two kerry representatives were mysteriously suffering from "technical difficulties" and we had to listen to more bush speak. it doesnt matter.
we knew. when we erupted like mt. st helens, when our stomachs felt settled for a minute and we itched to celebrate. they cant take that away from us, or from kerry. the truth is the truth.
psorry assholes.
posted by Jessica Baxter | 8:46 PM
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