to put this as simply as possible

[rm]

Because of a variety of things, I use all sorts of calculated rhetorical devices nearly constantly in my communications. As I've pointed out before, it is more effective to say "my mother never loved me" than "sometimes, I thought my mother never loved me." Also, I took Latin from a young age, and it taught similar things, and alliteration besides; it is perhaps the most singularly important thing I learned before the age of twenty.

The lead story on the local news tonight was that the government is trying to find a legal way to postpone the national elections in November. That they were trying to find a way to do this only if necessary, in the event of a terrorist attack, was a garbled footnote to the story, and while you and I can argue whether that's tactical journalism or not (and in most cases, that's something I'm going to be a lot more informed about than you are), this is significant, this is unprecedented, and this is frightening.

I am afraid, and this is not a rhetorical device.


Shortly after 9/11 I wrote a piece about Before, During and After, that was so heavy handed its appalled my artistic sensabilities ever since. But I'll tell you something, whatever happens on election day this year? That's when After begins. These last four insane years have been either a prelude or an intermission. Hopefully, as voters, we'll get to decide which.

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[orobouros.livejournal.com]

I am also afraid.

What began as a minor irritating buzz in my head in November, 2000, was magnified 700fold the morning all hell broke loose. Not a day goes by that I don't feel it in my head. The fog. The fear. The muddle. The whatever-you-want-to-call-it.

Not fear of "Islam" (which I'm discovering despite some of its more fanatical followers, is actually a very beautiful religion in many respects, unlike what we've been taught).

Not fear of "terrorist attacks"

But fear of my own government. Fear of what this country has become, and is continuing to evolve into.

I am not incapacitated by this fear (indeed, I'm not even to the point of putting on a tin foil hat to drone out the mind control signals), but I am FUCKING TIRED OF IT. I am FUCKING TIRED OF LIVING THIS WAY, and FUCKING TIRED OF THE BRAINFOG.

There will come a time when we, the people, will have enough. And I am hoping beyond hope, that the day we decide this, and make it official will be in November, on schedule, as planned.

Because, if that does not happen, I will begin the process of exiting this absurd little drama.

And I don't know if I'll come back this time.

*sigh*

Sorry. It's weighing heavily on me too right now. I needed to get this off my chest.

The image that keeps sticking with me right now is that of Bush's inaugural procession, with the demonstrators, in Fahrenheit 9/11. I hadn't seen that footage until the film. I can only wonder and hope that the crowds will be even bigger in the event the election is postponed/cancelled.

[rm.livejournal.com]

I was there, in that crowd, and that footage was the first time I'd seen it other than when it happened.

[womzilla.livejournal.com]

Likewise, and likewise. I want to frame-step through all of that when the DVD comes out to see if I can see now anyone I saw then.

[editrx.livejournal.com]

That footage (of protests at the inauguration) were carefully not shown on any major news outlet, not even stills.