Rice Stuff
Jun. 26th, 2019 05:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
degringoladeSince I seem to be fresh out of ideas of late, I kinda wonder sometimes what I want to write about in the morning in my daily ritual.
Today was a prime example. Got up and went through the start up rituals, then sat down to write and came up with little or nothing. Churned out the first sentence and then sat stupidly staring at the screen. Almost started writing about the vagaries of cooking rice for sushi, and how unsuccessful attempts do churn out high-quality pork fried rice.
But, I girded my loins and went out a-lookin' for a subject to write on and well down in my reading list I came upon this post.
Meta-Interested in politics, I can work with that.
Now, I used to actually be interested in politics. Truth be told, for the longest time I was a political junkie. Hell, in 1980 I was interested enough to be nominated to the electoral college down in Utah (I actually went and dug up the results, my name is there bright and shiny). But since Ronnie got in, my vote didn't get cast.
But, the Shrub and Mitt and Barack and Hilly and Donny fucked that all up and killed off one of my great loves. Now, thanks to the string of losers that I have had to deal with in this "New American Century" politics has degenerated into different tribes of apes flinging feces at each other.
But, like Keith, I am fascinated by folk's reaction to this shit war. My friends truly get pissed off when I don't agree that Donnikins isn't the most ultimately loathesome uber-evil agent of the antichrist ever. The conservatives in my string think that he is playing some deep game and is truly a genius bent on saving the country.
Folks don't talk about politics as a means of solving our problems anymore. They talk about politics as a vehicle to vent their hatred and to affix blame for the inexorable decline of a country that seems intent for a class/civil war and a far-too-interesting interregnum.
Today was a prime example. Got up and went through the start up rituals, then sat down to write and came up with little or nothing. Churned out the first sentence and then sat stupidly staring at the screen. Almost started writing about the vagaries of cooking rice for sushi, and how unsuccessful attempts do churn out high-quality pork fried rice.
But, I girded my loins and went out a-lookin' for a subject to write on and well down in my reading list I came upon this post.
Meta-Interested in politics, I can work with that.
Now, I used to actually be interested in politics. Truth be told, for the longest time I was a political junkie. Hell, in 1980 I was interested enough to be nominated to the electoral college down in Utah (I actually went and dug up the results, my name is there bright and shiny). But since Ronnie got in, my vote didn't get cast.
But, the Shrub and Mitt and Barack and Hilly and Donny fucked that all up and killed off one of my great loves. Now, thanks to the string of losers that I have had to deal with in this "New American Century" politics has degenerated into different tribes of apes flinging feces at each other.
But, like Keith, I am fascinated by folk's reaction to this shit war. My friends truly get pissed off when I don't agree that Donnikins isn't the most ultimately loathesome uber-evil agent of the antichrist ever. The conservatives in my string think that he is playing some deep game and is truly a genius bent on saving the country.
Folks don't talk about politics as a means of solving our problems anymore. They talk about politics as a vehicle to vent their hatred and to affix blame for the inexorable decline of a country that seems intent for a class/civil war and a far-too-interesting interregnum.