Denial, denial, denial.

[Left Is Write]

I've finally figured it out.

Denial is the only thing that has gotten me through the last two weeks. Denial that Junior Boy could possibly have won the election, let alone legitimately. Denial that more than half the country could have rejected John Kerry in favor of the Smirking Chimp Puppet Show.

I continue to live in denial, shamelessly fostering fantasies of a dramatic revelation before the vote is certified, a revelation that shows Kerry as the rightful winner. In my fantasies, Shrub is driven out of office in shame and disgrace, and President Kerry is inaugurated.

When those fantasies are burst into frothy nothingness, I do not know how I will be able to cope. Right now, it's as if I can't bring myself to believe that the pieces are clicking into place to build a fascist government in my country, and yet that appears to be exactly what is happening. Dissent is being crushed. People are tossing around phrases like "loyalty oath."

I'm not one usually given to despair and despondency, but I'm afraid of what happens when denial time runs out.

[toymachines]

1. dude, ranting is the best thing for cope