Well it occurs to me that I’m guilty of saying very little on my wee blog as of late. I’m irascible and phlegmatic and shit am I grumpy. It’s not fair to my readers to sound off. But when I total up all the misadventures of my nation, the war in Iraq which has killed over 100,000 civilians; the endless and ill conceived war in Afghanistan; the systemic lies of the corporate media, arguments stacked against the poor and the lower classes, always in favor of giving the rich even more breaks–when I catalogue these things I grow more distempered by the minute. I feel brittle, more than half humorless. I want to bite a live woodchuck like Thoreau. I want to roll in the dirt and howl like Whitman. It’s not easy to blog under such circumstances. I’m supposed to be clever and urbane. Or at least sufficient possessed of cultural irony to make sense of the moment. Instead I think about Paul Ryan’s GOP budget plan which will in fact put hundreds of thousands if not millions of poor and disabled Americans into life threatening extremis. I can’t be witty in the face of this. The objectified and propagandized cruelty of the Republican budget platform is unlike anything we’ve seen in this nation.
So that’s why I’m swing so little. I’m worried. Worried half to death. I have health care and a job. I know how fragile these things are and especially for people with disabilities.
What’s a blogger to say or do?
Planet of the Blind 
Steve-it’s been a long time. On that note let me say hello first. I agree with the sentiment of your blog and not necessarily the direction. For instance I’d add the systemic lies of government: WMD in Iraq, too big too fail and big bank bailouts, Guantanamo still open for business as usual, TSA perpetuating a fear based society unnecessarily to name a few, and general collusion with big business resulting a quasi fascist society. I think of the endless budget deficits and the debt slavery that the GOP and Dems are saddling my children with. It’s either that or the coming sovereign debt crisis will make the housing bust look like a lost payroll check. I ask myself what is happening to the American dream of changing one’s standing in life. I’m worried, too. I think it’s going to get much worse before it gets better.
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Keep your sense of humor. Be the Swift of your times —
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