Wednesday. “The polls indicate that Americans are divided about not only politics, but about reality.” -- jon (a reader's response to a recent Glenn Greenwald posting on Salon.com titled: “Why is the Democratic Congress so unpopular?”)
“...divided about not only politics, but about reality.” That brought me up short. “Can't agree on reality.“ I know that you and I, dear reader, have reality down to a nit, but I have to admit the discourse I hear anymore, whether it be on television, radio, in the paper, on the web, in books, at home, in the car, on the bus, over a bar doesn't really make any sense. Just listening to the primary players: the corporations, the President, the Congress, to some degree the courts, anyone with an axe to grind or a dollar to be made, they're all spinning gibberish. Strange it's taken so long for me to notice. Too bad it seems to matter, but I guess we will have to sort it out (in another two paragraphs).
No need to get upset over specifics. I'm not sure anyone, no matter their economic, political, religious or sexual persuasion, really believes anything they hear. No communication, no reasoned argument, no back and forth: just shouting, roiling waters and rallying their forces. And we're running a country on this cacophony in a world where reasoned decisions are (still?) important, where lives are saved and lost, countries are saved and lost and whatever future we may have on the planet hangs in the balance.
Which means I think I will indeed get off my ass and go to Beverages and More to buy that sake I've been debating buying these last many hours. I am getting older. Maybe it won't all blow up until after I myself have checked out of the theater. Interesting to hang around and leave with everyone else “when it happens” though: billions of people simultaneously showing up at St. Peter's Gate together. (No one's endorsing a particular religious belief, here. No proselytizing by the Prop. Replace St. Peter with any of your own favorite exit fables, I won't say a word.) These are just, you know, some thoughts before the sake arrives and my mind attempts to transform cacophony into music.