This year (or I should say last year) has been difficult. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to write anything and mostly I’ve been focusing on my contributions to PJMedia. Not only have I started homeschooling my five-year-old but my cousin lost her husband in Afghanistan and it’s just been a lot to take. The whole family is in a state of grief and if you’ve ever grieved you know it can take many forms. For me it always causes the inability to act…a desire to climb under the sheets and stay there indefinitely, an inability to live up to the expectations I or others have set for me and a desire to lock myself away from everyone and everything that I don’t absolutely have to do.
So the blog takes a back seat. Even writing, which I’ve always loved and has always come easily, is difficult….stunted…wanting and worse…boring. I read what I’ve written lately and cringe. But writing something is better than nothing I guess. I sometimes wonder who the heck is reading this? And why? And I like to pretend that no one is reading it and these words simply go out into a void filled with other characters and floating letters that jumble together and move outwardly into space. Weird, right? Word.
So everyone I meet wants to know who I support in the primary. This makes me want to swear. I honestly don’t care anymore. I think we have zero shot at beating the big Zero at this point. I had high hopes early on but with the assassination of Herman Cain my hopes were smashed. I now am deciding what I need to do for my family to get through another four years dedicated to the destruction of American free markets. Should I buy some chickens? A goat? What might have seemed like a ridiculous notion a few years ago is now not so silly.
Mittens Romneycare isn’t going to save this nation and it’s almost a certainty now that he will be the nominee. I actually think Ron Paul is the closest thing to a real conservative…yes I know he’s batshit crazy but consider the other options! But I don’t even think I’ll be voting in the primary because I care so little about any of them. Do you know I’ve never stayed home for a primary (even though IL never counts)? Never. First time. And I don’t care. The GOP clearly wants to see the country burn and until we can change the GOP from the inside out, we’re screwed. They’ll never give us a decent candidate. Today’s GOP would never have nominated Ronald Reagan. Consider that. We’ve been infiltrated at the highest levels.
As to the other big news, some Marines peeing on dead Taliban, don’t get me started. I’m sorry, did they decapitate them first while alive and broadcast it on the internet? Or did they drag them through the streets, burn their bodies and hang them from a bridge? Did they strap explosives to children and send them into public to die? Did they rig toys with bombs so little children would pick them up and lose their lives? No? Well let me know when that happens because until it does we are still better than them even when we’re pissing on their bodies.
Has Hillary Clinton considered what those Marines had been through before this incident? How many friends had they lost? How many grieving widows with fatherless children have they consoled? How many brothers have they held in their arms as they breathed their last because of the enemy? The Taliban is still the enemy right? Because if so, what the hell are we talking about? This is a non-story. And Hillary Clinton made it a story by commenting about her disgust. Well fine. I’m disgusted with her for not having the good sense to investigate before making stupid assumptions. Further, if we don’t start treating the enemy like the enemy and our Marines like OUR Marines, then we might as well go home. It’s the reason people like Corey Clagget are sitting in prison…for killing terrorists on the battlefield. This country is in the shitter, excuse the expression, and nothing makes me angrier than watching the best among us maligned and their honor impugned.
So can you count on me for daily doses of my thoughts? Definitely not. But thanks for sticking around when I do have some. Maybe you can chime in below with the stuff you don’t care about.