Goodbye to all that

It's hard to see your country attacked from without--what Pearl Harbor must've been like, or what 9/11 was--but it's harder by far, I think, and worlds more painful, to see it implode from within.

Were I a stronger person, or one who feels things less keenly, I might be able to stick around for the next four years and watch as the poor get poorer, watch as bigotry and intolerance get written ever more deeply into our laws, watch as FDR's New Deal gets dismantled piece by precious piece, watch as the decision to ignore the separation of church and state that is written into our Constitution becomes ever more willful and widespread. But I can't.

This election year, Dad, you must admit that I'm right: Richard Linklater nailed it when he said, "Withdrawl in disgust is not the same as apathy." In fact, they're worlds apart: if I were apathetic, it would make it so much easier to stay and watch as the US becomes a wasteland of fear, intolerance, and destruction. As it happens, I feel things much too strongly to believe I can stay without either losing my mind or watching some crucial part of myself shrivel and die.

So withdrawal in disgust it will be. O Canada, for all your imperfections, for your distinctly un-San Franciscan weather, for your own political uncertainties, here's hoping you have what my homeland no longer does: a place for people like me.

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