I keep hearing Remy Zero’s “Save Me” running through my head. It’s like somebody’s put the song on repeat or I’ve been sucked into an episode of Smallville.
The whole thing with the electors has me on edge.
I keep hoping for a Hail Mary Pass.
I fear that I will be disappointed.
It makes me wish that I was like all the people that can shrug and say “It’s won and done. There’s nothing we can do. Give up all hope but don’t despair.” I mean, they’re not necessarily happier people than me, but without hope in their hearts they’re never disappointed.
Though they’re probably going to be just as miserable as the rest of us when laws start changing and the rights of American citizens are curtailed.
It’s not something I wish on anyone. I’m not vindictive, I’m sad. For the opportunities lost, the chances wasted, and the fact that my kid won’t get to go to college as easily as I would like. (Or at all, if some of the rumblings on the war front are right. I pray he doesn’t get drafted. I want him to receive an education.)
