So it looks like John Kerry has sewn up the Democratic nomination. Here is my moment to be honest before we get back to the task at hand: Ousting Bush.
I am not fond of John Kerry. I would have rather seen Edwards get it. It’s going to be interesting to see who he is going to pick as VP. I’m not terribly fond of Kerry because I don’t think he’s really going to put the quash on big business and their Washington lobbyists. I don’t think he sees the “little guy.”
Basically, he looks like more of the same and being an independent, this isn’t what I want in the leader of the US.
That being said, I would rather see what he might do than to endure 4 more years of Bush.
So, I am not making a formal endorsement yet. I still am for the man who can beat Bush. Kerry is not in the “agrees with me” category but it looks like this is what I’ve got to throw at Bush and Bush in my world is an evil man that must be stopped!
I mean, did anyone check out how many jobs were created last month? Is anyone else out there hurting like I am?
On second thought, don’t answer that. I already know that answer.
Still, I know that if it does end up four more years of Bush, what European is willing to marry me so I can get out for a few years? I can’t watch anymore of the Christian right gain control of the US. I swear, with The Passion getting as much market share as it got, I am shocked and in horror.
Then again, when times are bad, one either finds religion or completely loses faith. Things go to wild extremes when things are not in balance. The problem is that a lot of us cannot hold on by our fingertips when the world keeps swinging madly.
It all seems so surreal.
Case in point:
When I left for O’Hare last week, I took the Blue Line (“L” train) to get there. Now at the station while waiting for the train, there used to always be this street performer who dresses as Prince and would sing prince songs on his keyboard. He was such a trip!
Not this time.
This time, there was some Mexican guy singing songs in Spanish and when he was bantering in between songs, he was speaking in Spanish. No English. I looked at the lot waiting for the next train … we were of all colors – some blacks, some whites, some Asians, some Latinos. Still, here was this guy doing the Spanish thing. I felt like I was in a Mexican restaurant except it was a dirty “L” platform. To me, he wasn’t nearly as amusing as the Prince guy who used to be there. I felt sad. But as I said, culture changes, merges, migrates … and the American culture that I knew when I was younger is gone and will not come back ever again. What is occurring now is this “Spanglish” culture that is migrating from the big urban centers. When I was looking for some linguistics books for Germanic languages a few weeks ago, I found a whole section on Spanglish. Needless to say, I was a bit surprised.
When I came back home and got off the Airplane to go through customs, the very first words I heard in the US were Slavic in nature. It was the guys who had the wheelchairs waiting for the disabled passengers to take them to their gate assignments.
I don’t know … I like how the UK forces everyone to speak English in professional, public positions. I KNOW I am in the UK when I am in the UK.
For a moment here in the US, I wasn’t sure that I was actually in the US, until I saw the American flag and the flag for the City of Chicago.
Then for a moment, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be in the US at all. It feels less and less like home every time I come back. It feels more and more hostile in general.
I want things to feel like warm apple pie and corn dogs on the 4th of July. Of happy people who see the potential in everything.
Right now, it feels like an alien, cold, bitter, dusty place, full of mistrust and worry, worry, worry.
Right now, I’d jump at the first job that would make me have to work in Europe for a long time …
I guess I am saying that I just don’t feel comfortable or welcomed here anymore. It seems there is no place for free thinking, independent, non-Christian, educated, open minded, non Caucasian women in the US unless they are in the Entertainment industry. And even then … go too far and you are hated.
It didn’t feel like this 5 years ago. 5 years ago, I was much happier than I am now. 5 years ago, I felt like the sky is the limit.
Now I feel …
Like everything is pointless.
Like this isn’t my home anymore.