it would have been a wonderful morning. my bed was warm, the morning light still soft. piano jazz was burbling from my stereo. it was the day after christmas, the house was silent and i was going to SLEEP IN.
until my cell phone rang.
thinking it was family, i picked up. as soon as i said, 'hello?' a too-friendly voice thanked me for my past support, rattled off a list of successes in louisiana that could be replicated and grown in 2006 and would i be able to make a donation of $100?
'um, i'm in bed,' i said. the friendly voice chuckled and said she understood, but my support was absolutely necessary for future success of the party and they were sure they were going to win major seats in 2006.
'we couldn't win the election in november,' i said sitting up. not missing a beat, she said that the election was over and now was the time to move on.
i sat up straighter. 'i'm sorry,' i said. 'the election is not over. we'll be living with the effects of our LOSING this election for years. and i'm sorry, but i think it sucks that while african american voters were disenfranchised again this election--my community, by the way--the dnc has the NERVE to wake me up the day after christmas and ask me for MORE MONEY while it can't get its act together to actually DO anything other than ask for money. so, NO - until i see some changes that i can live with in this party, i think i'll go back to bed.'
bitter? yeah, a little.