Yes, I have been a very, very bad blogger. Posting has been way too light of late, and I have no excuses, really. It’s not like there haven’t been things to blog about: there’s New Jersey Governor Chris Christie’s short-sighted and craven pandering to the tea party ethos, ably skewered here by Bob Herbert; the growing foreclosure disaster, as documented by Rortybomb here and David Dayen here, and for which the Obama administration has had both the opportunity and the tools to do something about for some time but which they have chosen instead to ignore (or make worse); there’s this interesting little article about real-estate magnate and major-league asshole Sam Zell, and the morally-bankrupt people he put in charge of the Tribune; in Rolling Stone, the Obama profile and Matt Taibbi’s Tea Party takedown (neither of which I’ve finished reading yet).
So, no lack of material; just a lack of motivation. The job search is starting to wear on me – even when I have a particularly good interview, with a company that seems like a great fit, I get no callbacks. The political situation, with more and more Democrats – even good ones – seemingly on the verge of defeat in November, has turned seriously depressing. I alternate between despair at the coming Republican takeover, and glee at the thought of Armageddon being loosed on this once-proud country, maybe bringing an end to the two-party system, or the Senate as we know it, or perhaps finally getting enough people off their lazy asses to make their voices heard. And the MLB playoffs are upon us, with my San Francisco Giants (motto: “Giants Baseball – It’s Torture”) maybe, possibly getting themselves into the World Series again.
It hasn’t all been bad, though. In the past couple of weeks, I got to see some amazing music at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass festival in San Francisco; molly started her master’s program, which she’s totally jazzed about; my son turned 19; and what we lack in financial resources here at the commie atheist compound we more than make up for in love, honest engagement, and downright fun with each other. All of it, however, has made me more interested in hanging out with my family and friends than in posting on my shitty little blog.
It’s time to turn over a new rock, make like a mitochondria and bifurcate, thrust a fist into the red dawn of a broken and bleeding America. In short, time to get my ass in gear. DON”T STOP BELIEVING!