I think – think – I’ve emerged from my pisser, and about time, too. It’s really incredible, how hotly a person can defend their own depressive state – guard budding resentments jealously against resolution and reconciliation – cut off their nose to spite their face – anyways. Time to shake off, fight off or lick off the thick sludgy molasses of inert gloom. It’s being a very pretty autumn and I have a great deal to do that is both amusing and imperative.
Not much to say that’s fit for print, except it’s striking me afresh, as I listen to French protestations over not wanting to sanction Iran while seeing eye-to-eye with the United States, and American refusals to tolerate a nuclear North Korea which they are in the process of calmly tolerating, that it’s shocking people pay any attention to what comes out of individual politician’s mouths. It’s such an annoying and inescapable reality that most national decisions and platforms are shaped by overarching imperatives and entire political structures. Anything a government spokesperson says is usually just an effort to dress that up as something more than impotence. . .
Even so . . . I remember during coursework in Paris during the lead-up to the last presidentials in the United States having to do a blow-by-blow comparison of the candidates’ stated platforms – practically identical. It was a disheartening exercise. They can’t even talk the talk different from each other in that country. I really don’t understand how Americans tolerate their fucking horrible democracy. The only role of the Republicans as a party is reconciling the opposites of fiscal libertarianism and social conservatism; Democrats are just as sloppy . . . what the hell is even the point of holding elections there? Distraction? Advertising revenue for the news channels? If those people had any fucking gumption left at all, they’d be on the street right now insisting on electoral reform. Too many Twinkies and television channels, that’s their problem.
Ahhhhh. I love ranting my way out of a grump.