These should be the best of times for a political blogger, but lately, and oddly, it seems that there is not all that much to write about. We are in the middle of what may be the most important election since 1860. The fate of constitutional government may very well hang in the balance. Yet the news cycle beast, which apparently requires fresh food every day, is dominated by coverage of the latest McCain talking points, or the latest Palin stupidity. The talking points, such as the current “socialism” meme, are becoming so absurd that I would be insulting the intelligence of anyone who cares to read this to discuss or debunk it. It debunks itself. The Palin stuff is funny, but even that is getting tiresome. I mean, there are bloggers out there actually taking the time to point out that Palin’s latest string of words about “preconditions” confuses “preconditions” with “preparations”. As Horatio might say, “There needs no blogger, come from the tubes of the internet, To tell us this”.
So, at least for me, despite the vast implications of this election, at the moment there seems to be little to write about, or at any rate, little that I can bestir myself to write about. Adding to the problem is my heritage. I was born both a Red Sox fan and a Democrat, always expecting the worst and usually getting it. At this point in the election cycle I instinctively curl myself into a mental fetal position. It’s not a position conducive to a lot of incisive thinking, or, for that matter, non-incisive thinking. Many of you, I’m sure, know the feeling. Every piece of bad news drives me toward depression; every piece of good news convinces me that I’m being set up. I’m just waiting for Lucy to snatch the football, yet again. Not the best mental attitude for an amateur pundit.
Ah well, tomorrow’s another day. Meanwhile, amuse yourself with the latest McCain freudian slip.
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