Friday, July 29, 2016
Frankly I need to decompress. The race for the presidency this time has absolutely worn me out, at least in terms of my ability to absorb more spin from either the Democratic or Republican operations. Much of the news has become unwatchable as politics drenches nearly all the stories which parade through the public consciousness these days. Pundits starts "punditing" before the bodies are cool in the case of the rash of terrible shootings we've endured over the last several months. They are so eager to tell me what to think, that they fail to fully tell me what happened. During the conventions I'm forced to go to C-Span to hear any of the early speeches in the conventions (and some of the later ones too) because the reporters won't shut their traps. Even the grand spectacle of the nomination roll call gets shunted into the background so that pundits can yammer yet more. Why the hell the go all the way to Cleveland or Philadelphia to ignore the event and talk over it. Dreadful!
The modern media has become a damn spectacle, a morass of emotional claptrap and attenuated attention spans. In a world where news is a commodity intended to be produced at profit, the news becomes more about style and its delivery, than about the motes of facts which are at the core of what's important. Self-serving boot lickers on both sides of the aisle are quick to glom onto any event and translate it so that their picked audience can absorb its lessons.
So after the close of the Democratic convention I am going into radio silence when it comes to the political media. Despite the cool and cogent elegance of the speeches by both Barrack and Michelle Obama, the whole thing has become tiresome overall. (God I miss him already!) I am bone weary of the tomfoolery Donald "Jackass" Trump perpetrates on a daily basis. Likewise the smarmy attempts to normalize his behavior as well as that of his opponent Hillary Clinton just becomes too much. Let it fucking be for a while. I need personally to cleanse my palate and get some perspective on what passes for discourse in the new America, a land increasingly driven by the momentary twitterings of no-nothings and nabobs, tools who spout inanities while the bodies drop.
So let me back away, turn down the volume, pay attention to movies from olden days and books from ancient times and just let it all flow on down the stream like the refuse which passes through the byways of Rio. I'll plug back in later when things have settled down and the measurements the pollsters insist on taking each waking moment of the day actually have some value as a predictive model of the future.
I'll pay attention to the election again, but not right now.
Let's all get some rest.