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  •  Man... (4.00)
    I miss that guy.

    Freedom & dignity spring from within the human heart... & inside the human heart is where the impetus for political change must be generated. -Wes Clark

    by velvetdays on Fri Apr 08, 2005 at 02:14:10 PM PDT

    •  You know what I miss? (4.00)
      Feeling safe.

      (and I'm not talking about terrorists)

      •  Yeah. (4.00)
        The Clintons live in the next town over from me, and they apparently spend time in our shopping district when they can (which must have been quite a bit, at some point -- nearly all of the restaurants have photos on the wall of Bill, Hillary, & relevant store manager). In fact, I nearly ran into Bill once -- literally. I was forcing my way through the ungodly crowds at the bookstore, came around the one of the shelves, and sort of maneuvered between these two tall old guys. One of them went hmmph. Then, as I was looking at the books (right where the "hmmph" guy had been standing, I heard a voice I recognized... I think I pissed the secret service guy off. I guess I don't look dangerous. I hadn't realized how tall Bill is, or how white his hair. (I did have to take a surreptitious glance to be certain -- & I overheard a kid go over to his mom "Mom guess what guess who's here!"  Mom said something like "Yes, just let him shop.")(Oh, and Bill liked whatever the beach techno-spy-thriller mystery of the moment was. I don't remember the book, and I don't think it was Clancy, but it was that sort of thing.)

        So anyway -- this past november and at occasional moments since, I've had this strong urge to walk into town, see if the SS car is in the lot -- just to walk up to Bill & say "Just tell me things will get better."  

        9/11 didn't do that to me -- and that was once my subway stop, my father had been at a meeting in the towers the day before and was supposed to go in again the next day (the people he worked with only lost one. Back then, that "only" was such a relief),  it was also a local story here. And not just a story -- those were literally our neighbors (although I was not directly affected. I wasn't there, no one I know died). The train I can see from my window, that I used to ride five days a week,  goes into a station that has armed military on patrol.  You can tell that I still have issues. But what Bush,  the GOP, the theocons  have done and what I dread they might still do is more terrifying, more gut-wrenchingly devastating, more mind-numbingly awful than the experience of seeing my city attacked (and not knowing if someone I knew was in there), or contemplating the likelihood that it will happen again.  The prospect that my nephews will have to grow up in Bush's america (or what he leaves it to) is more emotionally devastating to me than knowing that they will grow up with probable terrorist targets right next door. But then, we Jews are used to the idea of being targets. Unfortunately, we've also become used to the idea of a free press, a (pretty much) fair and independent judiciary, representative government, the rule of law... you know, all that radical america-hating liberal moonbat stuff.  

        I had problems with Bill as president, too.  But the next time I see him around town, I'm going to have a real hard time keeping myself from begging him to tell me that our nation still exists.

        (Ooh, I could ask about his health... naah, I'll let the guy buy his trashy novels in peace. )

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