It’s 0133, November 3rd, 2004. I’m sitting on the floor of my living room, with a towel around my waist, a blanket across my shoulders, and a whole heap of fury in my heart. I simply cannot believe that this country has re-elected George Bush. I just cannot believe it.

I want to write something angry, something abusive. I want to yell at the 51% of America that couldn’t see past their own self-centered, jingoistic, downright ignorant selfs, and realise the enormous potential for harm that they’ve just rubber-stamped with their vote for Bush.

I want to scream at the 51% of America that decided they’d rather be represented in the World by a psychopathic, right-wing, religious zealot, than by a man like John Kerry, who by all accounts has enormous intelligence, enormous empathy, and a genuine wish to make the World a better and more sensible place.

—Dunstan Orchard