Worldviews

The Harvest Moon. Drawing for ‘A Pastoral Scene’ 1832

Back to work today.  Not too obviously balky at the concept.  

I can’t remember having this much trouble coming up with something to write about.  When I look through the usual suspects for article fodder, I can’t seem to find anything new.  It is just a groundhog day of bitching about the same things that didn’t get solved since the last time that I bitched about them.

But I suppose that is the name of the game.  The things that I bitch about, to abuse an old phrase, aren’t bugs or features, they are consequences.

I suppose that the idea that the fruits of our labor are to be enjoyed as we wander off into senescence is in the process of being examined before it is discarded.  I am in the transition crowd.  I am thinking that the fruits will run short, but not run out before I am no longer eligible.

I am curious to see what the upcoming re-examination will bring to pass.  We had one of these in the not that awful long ago, the last time a President got tossed and at the next election led us to think that if we hired a virtuous sort, he would lead us from the wilderness.   That didn’t last all that long and we discarded him for the carnival barker who led us down the path that we are close to the end of.

I suppose that I could bitch and moan about things.  I suppose that I probably will.  But really, I just have to play the game.  The idea that my opinions have any significant weight needs to be discarded and the idea that I have some privileged gnosis of what constitutes morality or fairness needs to be discarded even faster.