in a mood

you may have noticed i seem to be on edge lately.

it's this damn election.

everyone i know is in a state of nerves. we're jittery, watching every poll, wincing at the electoral college map, indulging in fantasies of republican watchdogs getting chased from poll sites across the country. there's a scent of incipient revolution in the air. that edgy, quiet, 'you're going to get your ass kicked when the school bell strikes 3, meet me in back of the gym' kind of feeling.

i've retreated back to my comic books (100 bullets rocks, by the way, as does new frontier) and when i lay in bed, my heart is racing. do republicans dream about fleeing the country? i'm serious. are republicans in bed wondering how they can give up their citizenship and make a life for themselves in toronto?

this election cycle has made me militant again. i haven't felt this way since college. i want to picket, shout, march, throw something. overturn a table. write a slogan with chalk. get on a soapbox and shout into a megaphone. but i'm also a little weepy. there's a social event tonight, a dinner with some discussion mixed in, and if something is said about this election i will burst into tears and yell at somebody.

you know what i want? i want bill clinton to come over my house, hold my hand, and look gently into my eyes as i cry about everything that's wrong with this country. then i want him to go over to shrub's house and kick him in the butt.