The day he was elected - from that day I felt a heaviness inside, a distinct feeling of I guess sorrow and fear. Can’t quite describe it. My lib nephew and his wife were celebrating the victory at Thanksgiving dinner that year and they thought I was crazy to feel the way I was feeling.
I felt like I did the day my Poppa died. Still do years later. The emptiness only leaves if you can think hard enough about something else.
This is worse, he is in your face every day. You can never forget what he is doing and the destruction he is causing.
Are your lib nephew and is wife still celebrating? I really do wish they have lost their jobs.
Has the Hopey Changey bit them in the arse yet, or are they SEIU toll booth workers? I am curious how they feel now...
I felt the same feeling and many others felt it along with me. I gradually learned to suppress it so as to be able to pretend to some extent that everything was alright but it was actually like a blanket of fog over everything. I could almost see the foreboding in the air. You could spot the fools at a hundred yards because they were the ones who were smiling on the morning after NATIONAL SUICIDE DAY. The same fools were smiling when the health care abomination was passed. Anyone with an ounce of brains was struggling to keep from throwing up.