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Edited on Wed Nov-03-04 06:26 PM by LowerManhattanite
This lovely strawberry blonde lass had basically kept quiet about the election amidst my workplace's passionate discussions about it. (as my handle implies, I work in lower Manhattan, less than a mile from where the World Trade Center stood and 90% of folks here are liberal/progressive)
Until today, that is.
The train ride was the "death" local—sad faces all around and discarded "W2! headlined New York Posts scattered to and fro. I slunk in around 10—dejected, feling physically ill and hoping it was all a bad dream. My co-workers and I angrily/sadly/confusedly chewed over the election results for a few minutes when the strawberry blonde bounced over, beamed and joyously said, "Oh...what's everybody so down about? He's not that bad...and WE did elect him!"
All conversation stopped. One of my co-workers, an out lesbian practically screamed, "Are you insane?" I chimed in with this,
"Not that bad? Maybe not for you...'cause you don't have a son who's gonna be draft age halfway into this asshole's second term! You don't have to worry about risking jail for hiding him from the authorities when they knock on the door for him to go fight this in bullsh*t war! And my son and daughter are gonna have to pick up the tab for this f*cking deficit too! Not you, not me..THEM! And God f*cking only knows what they're gonna have to contend with for their lives when your boy—(STRAWBERRY BLONDE: "He's not my boy.")—the f*ck he isn't! You've been as quiet as a churchmouse on this election, but today you pick to come out as a 28-cent Katherine Harris? Please! Where was I?...oh yeah, "your boy"...my kids and everybody else's kids'll have to contend with the sh*t his redone supreme court's gonna lay on 'em—don't look so shocked, those appointments are for LIFE! LIFE, you hear me? Not that bad? YOU elected him! And we've gotta deal with it—so spare me your Rodney King, kum-ba-yah, rally 'round the *sshole bullsh*t. Not that bad...couldn't be cool anymore, huh? Had to gloat! Thanks for tellin' on yourself, kid. 'Cause now I know where you stand...knee deep in bullsh*t!"
That's pretty much what I said—and I got a round of applause from my fellow co-workers as the strawberry blonde blushed beet red and quickly slid her office door shut.
Then I realized how "off" on her I'd gone and waited for the call from HR about being verbally abusive. No call though...hopefully it'll never come, but damned if I didn't feel good laying into her. I know it's mean...but it felt damned good! :)
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