I’m only happy when it rains….
So, in one sense I’m really, really glad that the epic, 2-year-long presidential election is over, and the forces of sanity emerged victorious. And I’m happy that for the next 4 years, at least, we won’t have to constantly look over our collective shoulder to make sure the government isn’t fucking us again. Or at least, we only have to worry about the Congress doing it.
On the other hand, as a part-time Internet sleaze-merchant, it kind of cramps my style. I shall have to satisfy myself with the knowledge that the Bushies and Palins of the world are still out there doing stuff, even if they don’t happen to have the reigns of power. For instance, our good friend “Joe the Plumber” is, inexplicably, still finding public attention. In the vernacular of today’s youth, “lolwut?” So I’ll still be OK for the rare time I feel like making a spectacle of myself.
New Year, while it may in most respects be a case of “same shit, different digit”, can also be a time when you start doing stuff, like writing, that you’ve mostly given up on. I don’t fool myself into thinking that I’m doing anything but shouting down a very deep, mostly empty hole, but it feels good, so there it is.
