What is happening to me?
After 30 years of reading the NY Times every day, I let my subscription expire. For the past two weeks, I haven’t watched Keith, Chris or Rachel.
Barely, just barely, have I continued sending a conservative friend the news stories, essays and columns about the bad ass stuff the Tea Parties mistakenly call governing. The emails are like counting coup.
The Daily Show is still must-see TV, although the late schedule is giving new appeal to the re-run next day at noon.
I still spend about an hour on the computer each morning reading interesting stuff from half a dozen news aggregators.
Every day, I still read the local paper and watch local TV news.
But the thrill barely flickers where once there was enough heat to tan hides. What is happening to me?
Age-related? Perhaps. These days, I seem to need less bile.
Obama? Again, a real possibility. Our great hope has been dashed by his weak actions and the right wing victories.
The big money from big corporations? Jesus, yes.
Big money buys lots of big lies.
The lies? Yes. They are beginning to grow heavier than before.
Outside, the sun is shining. A beautiful day. So it’s not that winter disorder thing. I’m not hung over. No mood altering meds.
Battle fatigue? I dunno. All I want to do is build a fire and re-read all of Tom Robbins’ novels.
And dance with the butterflies.