You see this election as disconnected and intangible from your life. Fine for you. Not everybody does.
Ich bin ein pansy.
For the past several years, the phrase has been, “If you’re not outraged, you’re not paying attention.” I don’t think you need to cry, but if you didn’t have some emotions mixed in with the dispassionate, manly policies you voted for or against, you definitely have not beeen paying attention.
Seeing the coffins on the cargo plane made me wince. Seeing the pictures of Abu Ghraib made me feel very unsettled. Seeing the Terry Schiavo debacle made me sad. And oh, we attacked a country for no compelling reasons on March 19, the day that was once reserved for the swallows coming back to San Capistrano. That’s my birthday, and some years, the only good thing I could see on my birthday was the “happy news” reports of the ushering in of spring. Now it’s a day for retrospectives on a stupid, callous and bitter decision that has cost thousands of lives, and for pictures of the thousands of blind, paraplegic or otherwise mangled soldiers whose lives are forever cursed for no real reason. Sue me if I’m wrong, but IMO these issues had something to do with politics.
I must admit to having welled up at a speech of Obama’s. If that makes me a pansy, so be it. When I’m moved, I show it. Next time you’re in Chicago, ISOT, lets’ you and me run into a burning building and talk about politics and pansies.
That would be me. I would suggest toadstool for Luci.
Pfff… WUSS!
Now if it were Where the Red Fern Grows… then you’ve got yourself a case.
sniff Man… i love that book.
I bawl like an infant just thinking about Where the Red Fern Grows. Also the last two sentences of Charlotte’s Web.
This reminds me of when manly men have to one-up each other over everything.
- I cried at the end of Hoosiers.
- Fuck, that’s nothing, I wept openly at the end of Ol’ Yeller
- Pussies! I sobbed like a little girl just looking at a flower this morning.
I can’t believe I am reposting to quote this again. I have no idea why this is tickling the hell out of me. I have laughed to tears and I have been using this at work all day. “People that don’t refill the coffee pot will be the first against the wall when the revolution comes. See if they aren’t”
Is this a common saying, or is this strike of comedic brilliance all yours? I haven’t the foggiest why I am delighted by this quote. But thank you. Thank you, Soul Brother.
No comment as to Soul Brother’s comedic genius 
but with a quick google of:
“first against the wall” revolution
I’m currently at 65 pages of results and counting…
I dunno, it looked lavender to me.
FWIW, I didn’t cry. Not until I heard the song “Yes We Can” on the former “Sarah Palin as President” website, of all places!-which has now been remodelled. Then I got a wee bit onion-eyed. The song, mind you, not the site itself.
If you believe they put a man on the moon…
ME TOO!!! The kind that grows in cow shit. Mmmmmm, I’m getting ready to retch just thinking about it. It’s always best after you cack.
Yeah, but the real zinger is “See if they aren’t”.
Thank yoo. I’ll be here all the week.
Perhaps it’s not a given that elections are disconnected and intangible? Events in politics have concrete effects on people. (Sadly, the laissez-faire attitude has its effects, too.)
150 years ago, our current President-Elect would very likely have been somebody’s property, his mind wasted on field work, the world robbed of his talents. That was changed by the power of the polling-box, by people getting engaged in politics, because they knew that the results were very tangible indeed.
The old Athenians - who as you know were the first ones to come up with this entire “let’s put it to a vote” deal in matters of state - had a word for those who didn’t want to get engaged in politics, who were too absorbed with their own affairs to take part in running their state. And that word was “idiot”.
I didn’t cry, but I might have. Because I was engaged in this election. And I remain engaged in politics - it’s important.
I was near Wall Street on 9/11 – when both planes hit and when both buildings came down. I trembled as I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge to get home because who knew if that bridge, as a American symbol, would be targeted.
For months I was brave and stoic, but if you showed me one picture any individual who died that day, let alone groups of them, I fell apart and bailed like a baby.
We just got rid of the President and the adminstration who ignored the warnings of 9/11 and who can’t – or won’t – go after the motherfucking who plotted that terror.
I’m also a child of Mississippi who not only knows history but grew up hearing firsthand about the horrors that happened before the Civil Rights Act, etc. and even after, grew up two miles from Ole Miss where James Meredith and the Federal government took a stand for equal access to education and progress.
On Tuesday, I saw a man elected President of the United States who symbolizes another societal giant step for this country and who I believe will make this country better, more united and safer and, if he can, will catch bin Laden.
You’re damned right I cried.
And for the record, I am a pansy. Fuck you.
I “bawled,” I “bawled,” not “bailed” like a baby.
And bin Laden’s a motherfucker.
Clockwise from top left: 1. Clearly a failure of politics. 2. An engineering failure, but also a failure of politics. 3. Probably a failure of politics (regulations and all that). 4. A failure of politics on multiple levels.
So, it’s OK to cry about the multitudinous results of politics, but never about politics itself, then?
Groundskeeper Willie said it best in The Simpsons.
I dinna cry when me own father was hung for stealing a pig. But I’ll cry now.
Pansies is nice.
Flowerism is wrong!
The OP is obviously a Vulcan - he doesn’t understand human emotion so I won’t waste my time trying to explain it to him.