It’s nice to be back … I think.
Following a two-month exile from cyberspace due to simultaneous systems failures (laptop & modem), a brush with a hurricane, and the trauma of election day (the unhappy results of which remain as incomprehensible as Class 2 schizophrenia), this enemy of the current State, like MacArthur, herpes, and the gabbling termagants of The View, has returned. And, speaking of schizophrenia, how, given the results of the 2010 midterms, are we to otherwise describe the American electorate? These are voters who have obviously gone off their meds. The re-installation of arguably the worst chief executive in the history of the former Republic is not an affirmation, it’s a symptom. Fully half of We The People are hearing voices that don’t exist beyond the confines of our thick skulls and the propaganda mills of the Democratic Party. Worse yet, we’re acting on their urgings, standing exuberantly over the still twitching corpse of Constitutional liberty with a smoking pistol in our grip.
I confess to disillusionment. I never realized we were this far gone. In the wake of the November 6th debacle, I came close to calling it a day, at least as far as active participation in the blogosphere. After all, if our work only resulted in four more years of Barack Obama and the concomitant transformation of America into a permanent People’s Republic, what’s the use? Might not the end days be more pleasurably spent with wine, women, and song? Well, so would most days, I suppose, but somebody has to chronicle the Fall. And you never know … the Fat Lady might just develop laryngitis.
Saluting our veterans today — past, present and future: Welcome home, & thanks for your service.