How Long Has It Been That Your Guts Have Been Twisted?

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I was 8. My dad explained to me what happened. Haven't been the same since.

I spent that summer studying the assassination of JFK, and it was quite chilling to begin to see what the dark side is capable of.

It was about that time I started reading in depth on it ... was living on my own, no money, no cable tv .. so I went to the library alot. Oh my. :scared:

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Had to put the calico to sleep this past summer; now where I once had 4 cats, I only have 1...:(

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made me angry. Just, Plain. Outright. Angry at where our nation was going

For me, Florida dropping from Gore's column was the beginning of it. I felt like I was watching a coup, as real as Pinochet's, unfold on television. And 9/11 kicked it up about a million notches. I've been one sickly-obsessed, tightly-wound stress bundle ever since.

vivid detail.

I remember Florida went for Gore, then I breathed
a sigh of relief and went to the grocery store for
some chocolate to celebrate.

I couldn't effing believe my ears when I got back
in the car and heard on the radio that they had
pulled Florida back from Gore.

I've been living in an alternative universe ever
since.

I was pissed about the impeachment but not in the same way as not counting votes. Then the media telling us to, "Get over it!" I've been angry since.

I had the premonition shrub would declare endless wars, give as many tax cuts as he could ram thru, and bankrupt our country. Due to the bankruptcy, no more social security, public education, and other social safety nets.

I was twisted during the impeachment stuff and during the 2000 recount/SCOTUS decision, but not as twisted as I have been since 9-11.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! :crazy:

It started, for me, when the 'Supremes' decided it was perfectly okay for a sitting President
to be sued, civilly, and it hasn't stopped since.

"IT'S TIME!"

The day the SCOTUS assassinated democracy.

but after Iraq I will forever curse his name. It was a mistake from the word go.

There have been some years when I had to close my eyes and block my thoughts just to survive.

Since the selection in 2000, I have not been able to block my thoughts for even a day. Never did I think things would become so horrible. After the Iraq War began, I have become more distressed, angry, and afraid.

After the story about the torture in the prisons broke, I lost it. My ulcer is back. I knew that the torture and abuse was happening - my eyes have been open since I was 17. But seeing the photos and hearing the stories has had a harsh effect on me. I can't sleep and my ulcer hurts like hell.

My husband has been talking about leaving the country. At first I agreed. Now I feel as if I should stay and fight to win back our country. I am in my 50's and I have had a good life. My generation has failed the younger generations with our greed and selfishness. We own it to our children and grandchildren to bring win back our democracy and freedom.

Please, please, please stay and fight... please.

I've been tempted to leave as well, but I'm in my late 30's now, I've got more knowledge and guts than ever before, and I'm stayin'. And fightin'!

I worked at the polls in a small town in a large Northeastern state.
The anger of the rethugss was palpable. There were 11 possible rethug votes. I had to stand next to the machine and push a button to allow the curtains to be closed. I knew the rethugs instantly. Angry faces and 11 levers pulled as fast as possible and then they STORMED out. It happened dozens of times, just the same. Then on the way home my guts were in an uproar and I got home and had a clenching diarrhea. That was before I found out that the rethugs had taken the house, Cuomo had lost. I don't have the gut clenching, because I have become pathetically accustomed to the rethugs in power. I do wake up in the middle of the night anad have terrible fears: that these people can never let go. We are headed for darkness

My heart absolutely sank... I still didn't comprehend what was happening, but when the Bushes appeared on television from that Florida hotel suite, my gut told me that the fix was in. They looked so cool, so confident, so unfazed... as if they were broadcasting some secret signal to their supporters to "hold on... it's not over until we say it is."

Up until that moment, I'd been relatively optimistic about politics. I worked my ass off on the Dukakis/Bentsen '88 campaign, and even that crushing defeat, and the dirty way in which it came to pass, wasn't enough to jade me.

Impeachment only made me stronger. It was so obvious on its face. It seemed to me that they were the ones who lost. I watched Clinton's approval ratings climb, right while he was in the thick of it. I decided that the people really were still in control of the nation.

Everything changed that November night, when the Bushes appeared on television, and suddenly Florida wasn't Gore's anymore.

Well, really since Reagan, but the takeover of '94 was the corker for me. I knew it was downhill all the way from there.

The impeachment had me tied in total knots -- that's when I joined MoveOn.

It just keeps getting worse.

:kick::kick::kick:

The 2000 election was played out at the end of a difficult pregnancy. I didn't have the focus then to be twisted over that. (and I thought I could never dislike a President more than Reagan, well Bush is near on par but only due to my absolute and I mean absoulute loathing of Reagan, let's leave it at that)

I supported the Iraq war from about Feb to June when I caught on that everything was a lie, and that they didn't know what the hell they were doing. Those lies led me to question 9/11 and at times I've been so outraged that I can't sleep. It haunts me and it will probably for the rest of my life, because I want to know the truth.

Please make it stop, my tummy can't take much more of this shit.