Well, once again I have managed to retain my crown as the world’s laziest blogger. Aside from the Afternoon Inquisitions, it’s been several weeks since I wrote anything worth posting here, confirming that among semi-sober, semi-coherent slackers, I reign supreme.
Actually, I’m just kidding. I haven’t really been all that lazy. It’s just been a rough month, and I simply haven’t had time to post much. I had a forcedÂ vacation from all things electronical due to Hurricane Ike.Â And because ofÂ my hurrication,Â I now haveÂ some crazy deadlines at my day job.Â Plus, I’m trying to maintain a social life, as well as a regular workout schedule. SoÂ the time I used to spend staring off into space blinking (in other words, the time I used to spend posting on Skepchick) has been greatly reduced.
TheÂ good news is, thereÂ are a million things going onÂ right nowÂ that I can write about. The bad news is, they are all bad, and I don’t know if I want to write about them.
There areÂ too many awful things transpiring in the world right now for my taste.Â It’s so badÂ that I can’t rid myself of this crazy image of those folksÂ who believe we’re in theÂ end-times in orgasmic bliss. They’re allÂ happily writhing inÂ their own self-satisfied Armageddon wet spots. And to be honest, if it weren’t for some good whiskey and someÂ righteous tunes to see me through, I might justÂ beÂ lobbying old Jesus Christ to rapture us the hell out of here myself.
I mean, think about it. What have we got to comfort us right now?
There’s a ghost-white little swamp troll trying to keepÂ Linc from the Mod SquadÂ from becoming president. I swear, lately John McCain seems more and more like Gollum,Â endlessly plotting and toiling to attain his presshhusss. And to help him in hisÂ crazed obsession, he’s cast an AlaskanÂ nut jobÂ in the role Shelob.
Our own Elyse took some heat on this very blog for ripping Sarah Palin shortly afterÂ Palin was named McCain’s running mate. But my god, that woman may just be pure evil (Palin, not Elyse. Elyse is not pure, and she’s proud of that fact). We already knew ofÂ Palin’s views on abortion, and of her creationist ties, and of her witch-hunting pastor. But lately, she has all but publicly put a price on Barrack Obama’s head. And packaged in her nasally, small-town, folksy whine, that’s a creepy new kind of evil.
And when you add stupid to that evil, the sum isÂ not just dangerous. It’s an embarrassment. It’s an embarrassment not only to women, butÂ to all humans.Â Like the soberÂ personÂ in aÂ co-dependent relationship, even Satan has to make apologies for her.
In addition to the political chaos,Â the economy is failing on a global scale, which delights the end-timers, like Palin. The bad news for us rational people, however,Â is that we knowÂ life is going to go on, even if it is amid a shit storm that would makeÂ even Ma Joad give up and say “fuck it”. So the failing credit system hasÂ usÂ worried andÂ confused.
And perhaps even worse, the bad financial situation has had an adverse effect on businesses and academic institutionsÂ that would advance the sciences and technology and bring the fruits of that labor into the mainstream. In short, it canÂ set scientific progress back on many levels in a time when we in the U.S.Â can scarcely afford to have it stall. There’s a realÂ possibility that the technological juggernaut that was turning the ignorant away from superstition on the fastest pace in history could slow, allowing ample time for idle minds to return to prayer and magic.
Plus wars and other violent struggles continue everywhere. Oppression, racism, sexism, illiteracy, and famine are no closer to being eradicated than they’ve ever been. Everything is just a mess.
It’s all so dark and gloomy.Â I imagine it would suck the life out of anyone who had write about it.
But you know what? That’s what we do. Good or bad, we chronicle the tides of life and how they affect the skeptic. So I’ll go on singing my songs and smiling my smile and posting my posts as often as I can from now on, because even if there isÂ nothing butÂ bad stuff to blog about, another day above ground is always a good day.
And it’s as simple as that.