Columbia: Sore Loserman

I'm still moping because of the election. My buddy Mike sent out an e-mail with the subject "This may be the worst day in the history of the world." The e-mails on that thread have gone on for days. Most everyone I know is hysterical in their anger and bitterness. More news: LA Times reports that U.S. military support personnel saw Al Qaqaa being looted by Iraqis and were powerless to stop them. Also, evidence of voting irregularities are surfacing, though the media is already way past this story. I understand it. I've been stuck for so long between anger and fear and was counting on this election to bring relief. I just can't believe that they won. I want to write angry letters to Fox News advertisers. I want to go to teach-ins in red state areas and bring a little knowledge to those G.D. peckerwood zombies. I want to roll over and play dead.

Yesterday I practically passed out before class. Wendy and I were working on some business stuff and suddenly I was exhausted. I slept for about 40 minutes, until it was time to go to class. Wendy says I'm depressed, and I think she's right. I let her set up by herself and went into town and got some coffee. I just feel so dazed and hateful, just like a man who's had the rug pulled out from under him. I read in the business section that News Corp., mouthpiece of the RNC, posted a huge boost in quarterly earnings while technocrat Time Warner posted a loss.

Today was at least beautiful and sunny. We lounged around this morning and watched their absurdly bad local TV program called "Pepper & friends." The friends, by the way, are all advertisers. The show is two cameras, fake potted plants, hand-me-down furniture, and commercials within commercials.

But that's the hatred talking. I fantasize about joining the state militia and fighting it out state-to-state. Did I just say that?