Thursday, February 11, 2010

Stubborned into silence

I've had a nagging feeling that I haven't been keeping up the bloggage the way I wanted to; that I was talking too much about my precious little life and not enough about Big Important Things That Need To Be Discussed. Luckily, I'm not alone: Stephen Green feels the same way:

It’s enough to give a blogger whiplash — and I don’t mean the fun kind you get when your tiny little Prius gets rear-ended by Virgin Galactic’s newest rocket plane.

On the one hand, we have spontaneous Tea Party protests that make you think the “heirs of Patrick Henry” are alive and well and living right next door. Or maybe even sleeping right there in your own bed.

On the other hand, we have an Administration so blatant in its mendacity and so unscrupulous in its incompetence*, that just when I ought to be blogging at my bitter best, I’m instead left speechless. Well, if this White House can be said to have a plan, maybe that’s it: To suborn us into speechlessness.**

So if it’s seemed lately that I haven’t had much to say, that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Except for those times when its been quite precisely the truth. Because we’re living in times so extreme and so extraordinary and so extremely extraordinary that you want to shout from the rooftops — only to find, after climbing up there, that you’ve been confused into near-incoherence.

What a short, strange trip it’s been.
I've commented before (either here or in meatspace, I don't remember which -- probably both) about how telescoped 2009 felt, politically speaking. Obama and his gang packed a full term's worth of action and zeitgeisty movement into a single year, and the only thing that slowed that bus down was the dozens of former friends piled up in the wheel wells. The less visible result is that a lot of us are simple stunned -- not burned out, necessarily, but so overwhelmed that we're left gulping like landed fish when we try to form an opinion. Myself, I only have so much energy in a given day, and a big chunk of that is going to basic survival right now. I don't have much left over for political thoughts, short of dark, invective-laden mutterings about "stimulus" and "recovery" when I put my weekly $5 worth of gas in my car. It's one thing to disagree with our elected officials; it's quite another when those elected officials know we (the majority) disagree, but go ahead anyway.

It's downright unAmerican.

I wanna go home.

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