That’s what I’m beginning to think. I’ve just been informed that we in this country are going through an “ordeal” just because there is a presidential election. Well… no. In my world “ordeals” are something that cause real mental or physical discomfort, and have a more material cause than sitting in the comfort of one’s home at one’s computer fuming because of what someone else typed on their keyboard in the comfort of their home. Let me set something straight: I am not suffering in any way, shape, or form because of this election. I am not sitting here seething in fury or suffering from back spasms — unlike, say, these poor saps. (Is mental collapse due to political beliefs the new neurasthenia? Discuss.)
Instead, I am entertained and amused by the whole thing. Of course, the idea of having a president who is basically a communist is a serious matter. But it’s also funny, especially in light of the fact that another great American tradition, that of tearing down the great man we’ve spent all this time building up, has already started.
Added: perhaps we should apply the MST3K Mantra to our forays into political thought. Or at least, that’s what I’m going to do.
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November 1st, 2008 at 7:13 pm
Andrea, no offense but: for someone who claims not to be undergoing an ordeal, you kinda sound like you are.
Your uncharacteristically tone deaf (yes, “over”)reaction to Rick’s piece doesn’t really read as “entertained” or “amused.”
Yeah, he’s a friend (actually, we had dinner at his place last night) but I like to think you are too. In that spirit, can I suggest that… well, actually, I’m afraid that anything I suggest will be misunderstood as patronizing and make matters worse.
November 1st, 2008 at 7:22 pm
Well let’s see, I can’t win:
— If I am trying to be serious, I get told I’m “overreacting.”
— If I try to lighten up, I get told I’m “overreacting.”
I just think his satire failed this time. I have an acute sense for satire. If I don’t get it, that means it didn’t work.
Excuse me, I have an Irish baby in the oven I need to baste.
November 1st, 2008 at 7:45 pm
That’s the spirit, Andrea!
(ducks to avoid flung Irish baby)
November 1st, 2008 at 7:46 pm
I never throw my food. Mama taught me manners.
November 1st, 2008 at 8:20 pm
I’ve been known to sit here in my jammies & laugh till I can’t laugh anymore. I’ve also gotten so steamed up at something I read that I want to fling the keyboard & the cat through the window. I may even fire off a heart-felt diatribe on some aspect of the situation. But in the long run, Andrea, I’m well-fed, comfy, faintly amused, & kinda sleepy.
The political season brings about lots of emotion, & reading what others say brings on all sorts of feelings. But I don’t carry the damn things around with me all day, that’s unhealthy.
Thanks for saying what I couldn’t find words for.
November 2nd, 2008 at 1:51 pm
By this time in 2000, I was so ready for it all to be over that the Florida thing really did tax my nerves sump’n fierce.
This year not so much. The comedic potential of poor O! finding that he is no more able to command sea levels back down as president than he was as an Illinois state legislator, is simply too wonderful; even if we lose we win.
November 2nd, 2008 at 1:52 pm
I should add that the comedic potential of Palin Derangement Syndrome stretching out four, eight, twelve, or even sixteen years, is even more delicious.