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Rupert Murdoch

Is a cancer on the world.

More later.

1 year ago • 0 notes

Fucking Ohio!!!

Yes! Suck it, you fuckers.

1 year ago • 0 notes

Anonymous Thoughts On The Election: 3

I went to my polling place today worried that I would cry during the process. Right now we are watching the first of the returns coming in. Easy-to-call states have been called.

I have been alternating between high anxiety, about whether Barack would win, and tears, realizing that he might be our President tomorrow.

That this man, not a Messiah, will lead us. And his family will be the First Family, and black children across the nation and across the world will watch tonight the audacity of hope. They will believe it. That is important.

This is the night we have looked forward to. This is our day. Our history as a country is changing today. Our world is changing today.

Yes. We. Did.

1 year ago • 0 notes

Nap Time.

I’m pacing myself.

McCain wins West Virginia.

1 year ago • 0 notes

Anonymous Thoughts On The Election: 2

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As part of election day, I created a mixtape of various election- or politics-themed songs. It includes some tracks by Rage Against The Machine, Gil Scott-Heron, Leonard Cohen, and others. It also has a rather cheeky appearance from CeCe Peniston (“With brown cocoa skin / and curly black hair…”). I listened to it in my car as I went to cast my ballot.

It was rainy and bitterly cold this morning, so much that the rain started to freeze before it hit the ground. I reached the little elementary school where I was meant to vote, in the middle of one of the poorer neighborhoods in Salt Lake City. I was escorted into the school by some helpful little children, probably ten or eleven years old.

Inside, the polling room was empty except for the volunteers. I gave one of them my information, and she inquired about my next-door neighbors, whom she knows. I cast my ballot for Barack using the fancy touch-screen polling machine and as I left, I got my “I Voted!” sticker. I only saw one other person voting the whole time.

On the way home, I continued listening to my mixtape. The last song on it is Bob Dylan singing Woody Guthrie’s “This Land is Your Land”, live, in 1961, when Bob was 20 years old.

It made me cry—tears and everything. Not because it instilled me with any sense of patriotism or hope in the democratic process—quite the opposite, actually. I was overcome with a feeling of helplessness and exhaustion. I felt like, even in my short life, I’ve fought an uphill battle, for basic rights that seemed so simple and clear to me, and I’d lost so many times.

I sat there in the car, in the rain, chain-smoking while I listened to the song a few more times. Then I pulled myself together, grabbed my things and went into work.

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