I need to write, pay off debts (or at least get closer to doing so), buy less yarn and beer, and emigrate to Canada. Schwarzenegger won and I have to move. I’m actually not kidding. It may take a few years, but it’ll happen. I’ll split my time between Vancouver and Venice.
As of now, one-thirty a.m. on Wednesday, the recall was opposed by 46.5% of voters. If three point five percent more voters had just SHOWN UP and opposed this travesty, well….. It almost ain’t worth thinking about. Too painful. It proves (again) how every tiny little vote really does count (hello, Florida). I’m terribly disappointed in my home state. And it only cost us $66 million dollars! I’ve been asked to help with salary negotiations at work – how can I do that? The state tells us over and over it has no money to give to cities and their police departments. Or schools. Or the environment. Of course, I forgot. It has other, important things to do. Like recall an admittedly struggling governor and replace him with a misogynist/actor. That’ll help.
I’m bitter.
GodDAMN. I’m never bitter. I don’t like this feeling.
Aargh. I finished the Noro cardigan, just have to add buttons. It’ll help keep me warm up north.
Bleah.
I nearly fainted to the floor when I woke up this morning to discover that Swarzy made it. Who in the WORLD voted for him??? I weep for the state of California and plan on kicking each and every one of my family members there in the butt if I discover they voted him into that position. For pete’s sake.
Last night in my Irish Lit class — it was about 3:00 in the afternoon where
you were — we had a little moment of — well, silence, I guess, after I had
a little snit fit just from THINKING about the damn election, and remembering watching as my fellow Californians voted in a stupid tax break that would send the state into
financial disaster, and then we were all very sorry thta y’all were having
ti even have the damn vote. Lord knows it’s not like Pennsylvania is rolling
in clear thinking sanity, but oh, darlin’ —
sometimes I’m not at all sorry to be gone.
much love.
Vancouver kicks butt.
OK, I feel a little goofy for this, but the minute I saw the headline I rushed over to your blog to see if you had posted about it. I really thought Cali would pull through this one. It seemed like public opinion was swaying in Davis’s favor. I don’t get it. I don’t blame you for wanting to move. I’m waiting for the 2004 election to make up my mind, then I might join you in Vancouver.
Or, hey–we could establish a commune at Crotch Lake. What a book title, eh? Speaking of which…::whisper:: I got to drink out of the mug last night! Neener neener!
I’m lucky, I’m on the other coast and can pretty much ignore Ah-nald. Too bad Jesse isn’t still governor of MN. We would have a start on having all 50 states governed by muscle-bound entertainers. Let’s see, Stalone, the Rock, Hulk Hogan; there must be at least fifty of them. Collect the whole set!
BTW, fast knitting!
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(I’ll let you drink out of the mug too!)
Move to Canada! Move to Canada! Move to Canada!!!!!!!
(You can get great beer here, and I’m working on the yarn thing. )
As a Californian myself, I share your sentiments 100%. The only even slightly upbeat thing I can say regarding the current state of affairs is this: the 11-year-old who lives in my household greeted us this morning with “So, are we all going to move to Canada?”
Perhaps there is hope for his generation.
I, too, thought of you first when I heard the bad news today. When I was plotting a blog rant, it was to include in my condemnation of Californians, “except for Rachael and her family.” Then I decided I’d written enough. Suffice it to say (as I wrote in another’s comments), I’m not proud to be an American today. Indeed Canada seeme pretty great and we have all these new friends up there . . .
My idea is to just start electing *actual action figures*. Four inches high, well-muscled, molded plastic. It would be a vast, vast improvement.
I’m practicing my singing…
OH CANADA…
where Rachael lives in peace…
that is how the anthem goes, right?
First the GIANTS, now this…
the plague of frogs may
actually be a comic relief.
Moment of silence in your honor, dearest.
i’ve been considering getting out of here too. in fact, we should start a group of soon to be ex-pats. i’ve been spending a good amount of time in canada recently, and i have to admit, i LOVE it there. i just wish it didn’t get so freaking cold in the winter. i’ve been way too annoyed to post anything about mr. i’ll be back and the ignorant people who voted for him in spite of the fact that he NEVER addressed any important issues, ignored “minority” communities like the plague, didn’t participate in any real debates, and is a privilged, pampered movie star who is used to getting his way and hasn’t a clue how to run a state. maybe his publicist will run the state for him too – oops, sorry, that job is left to pete wilson’s cronies. how silly of me to forget.