It really is a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I can't shake the feeling of being cornered right now. My little safe state is no longer what I thought it was. Where to go?
Ok, I really was thinking about Costa Rica. Alas, they have crummy LGBT rights, too. Then I think, damn, might as well move to Florida and be near Jeanine's family. Maybe I'll go sell insurance after all. (Her sister owns an insurance business where the whole family works.)
Not such a bad thing. The weather is warmer, and if I'm going to be represented by idiots, might as well have the sun. Charlie Crist is a gay man, after all. Sure, a big ol' closeted one but we all know he's queer. My marriage license won't travel but I spent almost 14 years without one.
There is no where to go. Iowa has its own issues. Vermont is colder with more snow. New Hampshire is too scary with all those guns around. Connecticut? I don't like white wine spritzers.
Maybe I'll just go out and get a new cat. Distract myself from feeling so miserable about the future. I can see it all now - 2010 elections will be a blood bath. People will beg for donations to political candidates and the same damn thing will happen - we'll lose. Then the Presidential campaign will heat up, more demands, more panic, more running around trying to get people to understand basic economics. No, Obama did not create this. Bush did.
No one will remember anything more than their last VISA card payment.
The Republicans will anoint Scott Brown savior of the Grand Old Party and elect him to run against Obama. I'm not sure a new kitten can quite wash away the future image of Brown as President, Massachusetts' native son - another wad of spit on the Kennedy legacy.
I know, I know. We're all suppose to be revved up and ready to go. Brown only has two years in this seat. It's not any better anywhere else. No where else do I have my wonderful friends all around me.
Blah blah blah.
My instinct is to run. Find somewhere safe.
What I realize is... this is as good as it gets.