The night Bush was elected I had the first of many 'political' anxiety attacks. All that compassionate conservatism didn't ring true to me, seemed to me we'd be in for a rough four years. But .....
when 9/11 happened I knew we had the worst possible president we could have during such an event. I knew the Twin Towers weren't the safest place to be, I walked through the lobby, fast, in August of 2001, because I remembered they'd been hit once, so they were an ongoing challenge, but while I knew that I was hardly prescient, I thought our intelligence community was on top of it. Then, when it seemed like free speech was dead, and anti-Bush joking became dangerous, and 90 percent of our population thought Bush was a macho fellow, and that that was what we needed, I went into a terror depression that lasted through the 2004 reelection mess, and that had nothing to do with terrorism. Now, the discourse has flipped and everybody's waking up. So even though it's as bad as it's been, with two more years of Bush, and no understanding of international realities or of internal good government, I can finally breath easy. What's great about America is that when we wake up, we really wake up.