Its 10 am and I just kinda wandered into work. I got a phone call from my friend sarcastically chanting “4 more years, 4 more years” we laughing about the election. Its a coping mechanism for us both. At some point you just gotta laugh. I’m in a daze.
My family is from Boston but I spent my formative years in the Tampa Bay area of Florida. The political climates are very very different. I also grew up with a picture of JFK in the hallway and supper table conversations about democrats, social programs, taxes. So it was been easy moving back for me to feel confortable with the liberal tendencies of the northeast. Not many confederate flags, or God, Guns, and Guts stickers on 4X4’s. But this election made it painfully obvious I take the progressive attitudes of MA for granted, and apply it naively upon the country as a whole. I for the first time in a long time had a genuine feeling that someting was happening in our country, my cynical side detected change. I wasn’t so apathetic after all.
Around 2 am that started to change, The cloud came back, The feeling of estrangement from my fellow citizens once again settled in. I witnessed again that an election lead by fear, and religion still wins. That old out vote the young, and I should buy a gun rack for the Jetta.