I'm fortunate enough to have a couple o' friends who have been with me since Day One here at EIP (not counting The Boys who read mostly as a function of filial duty and obligation, Bless Their Hearts), a few other friends who have been with me for a couple o' three years, and a contingent who are relatively new. Now is a good time to say thank you to the "Old Hands" as well as express my appreciation to those of you who recently stumbled in here for one reason or another. And keep coming back, for reasons The Deity At Hand only knows why. I look forward to your visits and the comments you leave, for you are the biggest part of my "social life." (I use scare quotes for what should be obvious reasons.)
Now is also an appropriate time to apologize to the Old Hands, for we have changed and not for the better. I noticed this decline in quality as I was searching (fruitlessly, as it were) the back pages yesterday for pics of Portales. A couple o' three years ago we had much more of an edge and never lacked for an opinion on the day's doin's, both large and small. We were one helluva lot more political, too... especially during the run-up to the last presidential election. Obsessed, even. These days? Not so much. Not at all, hardly, beyond the occasional political cartoon. The main reason for that is I'm just sick to frickin' death of Obama and his asshat sycophants. Sick to the point of turning it right the Hell off; sick to the point I can't even muster comment on other peoples' outrage much beyond a weak-ass "me too."
I'm tired. Kinda like this guy... who's been linked and e-mailed around these intertubes hundreds of thousands of times during the last year (I've received it via e-mail at least three times myownself). Who begins with...
I’ll be 63 soon. Except for one semester in college when jobs were scarce, and a six-month period when I was between jobs, but job-hunting every day, I’ve worked, hard, since I was 18. Despite some health challenges, I still put in 50-hour weeks, and haven’t called in sick in seven or eight years. I make a good salary, but I didn’t inherit my job or my income, and I worked to get where I am. Given the economy, there’s no retirement in sight, and I’m tired. Very tired.
It's a classic rant and one which I kinda-sorta identify with, except for the fact I'm (a) older and (b) actually retired. And (c): I don't have the motivation left to itemize and categorize the shit I'm tired of. But I will say this: I'm tired of the vitriol on both the left and right, but especially on the right. Sick to fucking death of it, actually. I've tuned out all but a few of the right-wing ranters I used to read and am perilously close to abandoning those who remain. I continue to "read" (or read at) those people out of a sense of loyalty, but even that emotion is being sorely tested of late. One can only take so much of this "I'm right, you're wrong" bullshit and I'm speaking specifically of people who make this their stock in trade, NOT those who vent occasionally. It does get wearisome. Which, if you're still with me, is the MAIN reason I've given up a lot of my pontificating. I'm just tired of it. The thought also occurred to me that giving up on the pontificating also means I've lost what little edge I once had. So... I apologize.
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