I feel like a smaller blogger than usual today. I know I’ve been sick for just over a month, and finally think I will NOT be added to my state’s fatality rolls from the flu, but geez, surely fever and all that cannot be responsible for such low stats?
It is a very unusually quiet Saturday morning here. Even the cat offers me nothing to work up a “Caturday”post — she is passed out sleeping on the footstool. The Minotaur is at his veterans group, the sons are at work — no guitar riffs or emailed photoshop work emanating from the building they use for such things.
It has been hard to blog for the last few months. Not that there isn’t a surfeit of things to bitch bitterly about, but so many other bloggers beat me to that and do a more articulate job. No, it is more a case of Will failing to wake up from the nightmare that makes the news these days. I remind myself that taking that attitude to heart will be what makes America buckle under the load of bulimia inducing Orange-“aides” from the White House. Even over at Herlander, my more political rave and rant blog, I struggle. I get few comments, few “likes”. I get some comments I DON’T allow to post. Fuck those Trumpeteer guys anyhow, ok? Likely they are the same yahoos signing my email up for all sorts of instantly junk-filed right-wing newsletters?
But here? Where I explore touchy-feely me? Where I contemplate whether or not belief and attempting to change reality to accord with my Will is anything real? There have been a few outright calls in the pagan-sphere for action, and I SO agree; what have we to lose, really, by smiting and hexing at will. If it works, yay – go team and if it doesn’t; well, the Kantian in me sneers at Nietzsche and says “Intent counts, you fucker!” The Nietzschean in me is doing a RA RA pom pom shake for Will to Power, specially the power to topple hypocrites.
I wrote letters today. How 20th century of me, or maybe 19th since I used a fountain pen for half of them. I wonder if my lack of comments or likes online is because I just frankly suck as a blogger, or if people are too afraid, too paranoid to put themselves out there even in such a small way? Thus, letters to some folks I really care about. It really is hard to tell; I actually prefer to think I suck than to think people are SO afraid that every comment is noted and passed on to would-be Gestapo sorts. Because if there is THAT much paralyzing fear in my country? Well, we have already lost then. When did we become such wussy sorts? Do we actually think he can lock up or disappear ALL of us? Those of us who hate his Administration are actually the majority.
I’ve called or written my Senators almost every day of the last two weeks. I’ve noted softening in the news about fighting appointments made by our
Fearless Feckless Leader who is already ON vacation before a month is done. I tell you, with the way he has his family spread out and what with tying up traffic and security in several states at once? They should sell stock in the costs of Secret Service!
Laundry and garden planning, meal cooking, walking till the coughing stops me. Life goes on, both after possible enlightenments AND after apocalyptic elections.