It always begins in the same fashion: "This is my first diary, please go easy on me."
And so I make obeisance to tradition.
This is my first diary, please go easy on me.
It's teh silly season, the dog days of August; whatever the hell we agree to call it, the stresses of change on our national stage are slowing driving us barking howling-at-the-moon mad....
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Understand, I love the Great Orange Satan. I really do. I learn soooo much everytime I traverse this site. Some of what I read is enlightening, infuriating; whatever. It's up to me to sort it out and decide what kind of attitude I want to manifest.
As regards the Great HCR Debate, there's been a helluva lot of wailing and gnashing of mandibles here, in places high, middle and low. Progressives are losing faith in Obama. PUMAs pounce at the slightest misstep of the prey, long fangs snap at the darkened jugular. Obama is all over the place, off message; is playing chess, not checkers, is taking the long view; is just another corporatist in new drag, has thrown us under the bus, has a Plan to save us all.
Rather than restate what was so elegantly diaried yesterday, I can only ask my fellow Kossacks to please relax a little. Our national sport, politics, is driving us crazy, and we are all taking it out on each other.
Breathe. Get outside and take a walk. Walk your woozles. Enjoy a sunset. Stay up all night and enjoy a sunrise. Work your gardens. Visit your neighbors. Don't talk politics with your wingnut relatives; at least not til Monday.
"I have a perfect horror of words that are not backed up by deeds."
~ Theodore Roosevelt 1915