It’s time for a little diversion. I didn’t expect to feel this distressed or depressed over the election. I expected that once it was over, we would all move on and stop lying in the name of campaign slogans about what a moral, upstanding citizen Obama is–or about how everything would be just enough of an iota better under Romney to halt the direction this country’s headed. [I don’t know how one can have part of an iota, however–maybe the tail erased? Let it not be said that I don’t know how to use metaphor.] But something inside me cracked. Something cracked at the level of stupidity and/or foolishness people will drop to in times of political manipulation. The people will be manipulated, even the intelligent ones. IQ is meaningless when it comes to this kind stupidity.
I already knew this. I’ve known this for a long time. Why, then, did it push me over the edge of sanity this time around? Perhaps it was the final time I read that somebody voted for Obama in order to rescue Big Bird. Or maybe it was the umpteenth time I read about women calling themselves vaginas and only voting for their own perceived needs, and then realizing that, somehow, the president has all these little vaginas wrapped around….oh, never mind. I didn’t start the metaphor, but I’m sure as hell not going to fall to their level and finish it off.
So, as I said, it’s time for a little diversion. The satire I write makes me feel all warm and glowing inside, but doesn’t seem to float anyone else’s boat [see my previous post and all posts similar to it–no comments at all and almost no reads on my satire!] I feel like such a loser, mostly because I consider myself to be more than a vagina and because I didn’t vote for all the cool free stuff I think the president’s going to give me [I don’t know why not–everybody else is doing it!]. It’s easy to forget all the horrendous things our leaders are doing in our name when they’re stroking our….never mind.
Instead, I’ll make a list of my favorite blogs. I hope you’re not uncomfortable with making it on this list after I almost strung out some crude metaphors. If so, I sincerely apologize and will remove your link at your request:
Jessica Thomas’ because she has an orderly mind and, even when she posts poetry about her years of mental turmoil, she still brings a breath of fresh air to the madness.
Katherine Coble’s because I just adore Katherine Coble’s mind. I’m sort of a crazed internet fan.
Mike Duran’s because he’s apt at pushing buttons and, beneath it all, he’s a kind and helpful person.
C.L. Dyck’s because when she writes topical articles she always dives into a very in-depth analysis. I can only imagine that she must be exhausted after writing them.
My dad’s because he writes contemplative and odd words to match his eccentric artwork. He just doesn’t post often enough to save me from my sorry mental state!
There you have it–spots of joy that are blessings and distractions. Thanks to all the authors of the above blogs for helping to mend my cracked brain. Oh, and about manipulation from the media–I was ogling some techno ad yesterday, and my 14-year-old asked me if I was being swayed by a commercial. I told her “no!” I was swayed by the cool idea, I explained, which fit so nicely with the cool clicking sound effects in the ad. Yeah, I get it. I’m not fooling anyone, am I? But at least I don’t call myself a vagina ever [I almost completed the metaphor by calling you a d_____ b__ for the crime of not being fooled by my rhetoric].