Fight or flight

OK.

Deep breath.

What a strange, awful day.

But then again, not so awful.

Why? Because people are talking about it. People are pissed. Nearly 50 percent of the people who voted yesterday are mad as hell.

(The other people who didn't vote? Well, we're also pissed at you, but we'll deal with thatlater. Especially you nine-out-of-tens under the age of 30 who completely ignored your chance to participate in the future of this country. Jesus, I mean, fuck you and the apathy you rode in on. In the meantime, we really don't want to hear your complaints unless you're willing to put your ballot where your mouth is.)

So, anyway, while there are some people making moaning noises about France and Canada, there are others who don't want to take flight, there are others who are ready to keep fighting.

We''re all nursing our wounds today, but this is really about what we are going to do tomorrow.

And the next day.

And the day after that.

And for the next four years. We can do it.

Think small. Think big. Think in between.

Think ACLU. Think NARAL. Think GLAD.

You get the picture.

Think. Think. Think.

And do.

Siure, there is the instinct is to crawl beneath the bed with the cats, but really this is the time to get to work.

I would write more, link more, rant more...but I have to finish up an enormous, headache-y pile of homework right now.

It kind of boggles the mind that we have to get back to all the"mundane" stuff, to the responsibilities of everyday life--but we do. And doing that is at least part of the battle.