Still sore.

I’d been waiting since the end of last year for Vanity Fair to print this one particular article in their online archives. A conversation elsewhere prompted me to go looking for it tonight.

Going After Gore

I was pissed in 2000, and I’m pissed now.

I was / am a huge, passionate supporter of Gore’s. In 2000, I endured an enormous amount of ridicule from my peers because of this. So much of the sneering garbage illustrated in the VF article was used as ammunition in arguments with me. Perhaps, if so many in the mainstream media weren’t so fixated on idiotic, petty neenering the margin between Gore and Bush would have been larger, and he wouldn’t have been compelled to concede.

In my estimation, friends and neighbors, the world would be a much lovelier place if he was my Commander in Chief.

Its been bothering me for some time that these exact same people deified Gore after he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize and An Inconvenient Truth came out. I should be happy that my man is suddenly being showered by so much support, but I’m not. Maybe I’m the one being petty now? I’m still sore. I’m still angry that he was dragged through so much petty bullshit, and that his sudden surge into popstar status because of An Inconvenient Truth made so many people fall in love with someone they vilified six years before. Hypocrisy.

Oh, and Maureen Dowd can still kiss my fat ass.