A Chance?
Well, let’s see if I can get back into some semblance of blogging action again. I’m not promising anything except to make the attempt. Some years, when we cross the equinox, and the nights become longer than the days, I find myself sinking into an unnamable sea of despond without knowing how I got there or what pushed me in. This, for whatever reason, has been one of those years.
Sometimes it takes me until Thanksgiving to extricate myself. I’ve decided not to wait that long this time, if I can possibly help it. I’ll see if a return to blogging will help, even though, as is so frequently the case these days, I have no bloody idea what to write about.
I’m not even going to dignify the farce of the California election with a comment—except to express my hope that the political analysts are correct who opine that the voter anger directed toward the political insiders--manifested so clearly here—signals a broader trend that is showing up in the success of outsider campaigns like Howard Dean’s.
If this trend can continue through November 04 maybe we can actually throw the Texas Terrorist out. It will never happen, though, with the Washington insiders like Kerry, Lieberman, Gephardt, et al. It’s got to be Dean or Clark.
More and more people are getting pissed. Maybe there’s light at the end of the tunnel, after all. I just wish we had a snarly Ross Perot-type this time around to stir things up. Without that, and with Bush’s obscene cash pile of over 200 million to create a media flurry the likes of which will be unprecedented, it’s going to be very uphill, indeed. But for the first time, I’m feeling like maybe there’s a chance.
Well, let’s see if I can get back into some semblance of blogging action again. I’m not promising anything except to make the attempt. Some years, when we cross the equinox, and the nights become longer than the days, I find myself sinking into an unnamable sea of despond without knowing how I got there or what pushed me in. This, for whatever reason, has been one of those years.
Sometimes it takes me until Thanksgiving to extricate myself. I’ve decided not to wait that long this time, if I can possibly help it. I’ll see if a return to blogging will help, even though, as is so frequently the case these days, I have no bloody idea what to write about.
I’m not even going to dignify the farce of the California election with a comment—except to express my hope that the political analysts are correct who opine that the voter anger directed toward the political insiders--manifested so clearly here—signals a broader trend that is showing up in the success of outsider campaigns like Howard Dean’s.
If this trend can continue through November 04 maybe we can actually throw the Texas Terrorist out. It will never happen, though, with the Washington insiders like Kerry, Lieberman, Gephardt, et al. It’s got to be Dean or Clark.
More and more people are getting pissed. Maybe there’s light at the end of the tunnel, after all. I just wish we had a snarly Ross Perot-type this time around to stir things up. Without that, and with Bush’s obscene cash pile of over 200 million to create a media flurry the likes of which will be unprecedented, it’s going to be very uphill, indeed. But for the first time, I’m feeling like maybe there’s a chance.
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