In the middle of February - Valentine's Day to be exact - I decided to go on a three-month sabbatical. That turned out to be just a suspension on posting threads. Comments? I couldn't refrain from commenting completely. (I'm not a potted plant.) Even so, I am breaking the sabbatical on posting threads long enough to register my experience of vacating to this point.
It has been salutary. Taking substantial leave from defending Progressive ramparts agrees with me. Personally, I like standing down. It's a relief, coming in out of the cold rain.
I still feel "liberal", but not at the moment "Progressive". I no longer rise in the morning infused with a belief in Progress for my America. Mainly that's because I feel that my fellow Americans - most of them - are too fickle and too afflicted with short-term memories. Americans are altogether too susceptible to being seduced into betraying their common community good in favor of buying into a corporate secular religion which sanctifies unfettered private property. Americans are too stupid to deserve progress. Ignorance can be corrected; stupid is incorrigible, uneducatable.
So why bother with politics? Life is too short.
This is to say I sense myself drifting back into that good ol' Clintonesque WTF liberalism. That was where I was in 1999, after all, when George Bush's presidential candidacy rudely awakened me from streaming my good dreams and pursuing my competitive recreations de jour. I am beginning to recover that hedonistic balance in my life. National League Baseball resumes as the English Premier League finishes up. The World Cup is right around the corner. And, I am busy composing my growing perennial bucket list of racing yachts on which I'm still seeking a sail. Perchance to own? (No - that's why I chuck two bucks a week at the Lotto - my personal IRA-plus.)
Maybe I'm also learning not to take myself too seriously. Reintegration is another thing. I still miss blogging. Maybe I'll have to reinvent myself, on-line. WTF knows?
To show how far I have slithered out of my political foxholes, this past weekend I begged Trophy Wife to allow me to escort her to the symphony. That's the first time in this young century.
I did not doze off during Barber's Adagio for Strings!
Sean Spicer’s Meltdown - It’s a great segment with Mika Brzezinski and Joe Scarborough. Also, digging the casual look that Joe is wearing today on television.
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