Many of my readers are probably wondering: Why has the writing on this blog sucked so much lately? How is it possible that it could have gotten any worse than the lows to which it habitually descends?
There is a perfectly logical explanations for the wretched prose I have spewed forth of late. I am engaging in a sympathy strike for the members of the Screen Writers Guild. I am expressing my solidarity with my unionized brothers and sisters by refusing to cross the mental picket line between me and good writing. So long as the strike goes on, the American people do not deserve good writing, and by golly, so long as I have anything to write about it, they won’t get it. If I must endure weeks without the Daily Show or Colbert, then I have no choice but to pass the suffering along, in my own small and ineffectual way.
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It has surprised me, from the beginning, that the corporate view of the writers strike is a conflict of commodities: The writers have certain strengths and weaknesses and the “war” is strictly economic.
Those creative people are ‘GOLD”.Our national psyche depends on them. Are they really just scribblers? “Free Enterprise” has only one dimension: money.
Meritt Ball
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