The day after the Presidential election last year, The Ex called me from work. I was crying and inconsolable after he informed me that Kerry had conceeded and that W. had, at least by actual votes this second time (rigged voting booths in Ohio notwithstanding) won the race. In my head, I wasn't surprised, but in my heart I'd kept hope alive that if we tried hard enough, we could beat the Republican Machine. Anyway, Ex called, and I was a mess. Just the idea of the disasters that would befall us in the next 4 years was horrific. This administration had already run us into the ground in the last 4 years - what was to happen next? I distinctly remember his response. He kept saying, "Look, Beck, it'll be okay. Everything is going to be okay." I got really angry at this - the entire reason for my distress was that it WASN'T going to be okay, and I told him exactly that. Naturally, he poo-poohed me off as an over-emotional, irrational female.
This weekend - and after the passing of Chief Justice Rhenquist Saturday, leaving yet another Supreme Court seat for W. to fill with his incompetent cronies - I've had an almost irrepresible urge to send him an email saying simply, "I told you so".
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