This is a really cute post, in which a Fillipina shows us what the malls look like there. They look really interesting. I wanna go to foreign countries.

Also, a lot of people are full of brave courage in the face of adversity. For example, this post, 'game time' tells eloquently of how we need to fight. Also, Steve Gillard has been working overtime giving us eloquent hope. He tells us his personal story of adversity, and heals our hearts by explaining that the problem is not the evil of our fellow countrymen but their loss of control over their lives. I'm young and hopeful, so I don't have to stoop to hating gays to get control over my life. Of course, I do not buy into the myth that we have total control over every aspect of our lives, so my sense of control is less precarious. If I did not know that just luck, coincidence, and the actions of others do make up a part of my life, I'd be grasping for straws too. I'm not saying that you can't control anything, but there are a lot of factors that we can't separate out.

There's also talk on how we can take our country back. I'm in mourning now. I've been wearing black for three days now. (I wore black on election day. Presentment?) However, I think I'm better now. I think I can fight. I'm always worried that I'm too weak to live in this era, and should have come of age in the 90s, but I guess we'll just have to find out.

However, I cried on Wed, I cried and cried. I was really snappy too. This girl in my car pool assumed this lady was on welfare, even though she had two jobs, just because she was black and had six kids, and I just snarked at her. I don't know- it just bothers me that if you got a job, you're taking away the white people's jobs, but if you don't, you're wasting their money, and even if you do have a job, you're stealing their money anyway. I had a good session of tutoring the kids even though. The other girls talked about the election to the kids, but I was too mad, and talked about the weather and school instead.

Even though Thursday, I was really upset. I felt like this. (the strip is the day after if you read this next week) But now, I feel better. I just need to mourn, need to get my rage and anger out. Yes, rage. Rage that people don't treat their country better. I want America to be first among the world. Not for killing, not for machines, but for the love that people show to their country. I want us to be a country that is first in the world in their stewardship of the land. The country that cares about all its kids, and doesn't just downgrade them because they've actually been born. I want a country that respects motherhood- in deeds, not words.

I want a country where justice rings. Where the citizens can think for themselves. I want a country that I can be proud of. I want to go up to people from other countries and say "I'm an American" and they praise our country because it is just that good. I'm not the other members of my generation. It's 'cool' not to care about your country. By care, I don't mean slap an American flag on the bumper and say "fuck the french" I mean, caring about all people, even if they aren't white, even if they aren't male, even if they aren't rich, even if they aren't evangelical Christians.

By caring, I mean showing respect in words and deeds. Not enjoying lesbian porn, and then voting against gay rights for real lesbians. Not saying you are colorblind, yet showing your ignorance on every front. And saying you respect women, just not their rights to their bodies, is a definite no no. Be not racist by not being racist, be not sexist by not being sexist, be not hetrosexist by not being hetrosexist. Give us deeds, and we'll give you our words.