I have nothing left at the moment. Nothing further to say about Clinton, or the primaries, or the Veepstakes, or the War, or Bush the lesser, or McSame, or history being made, or the use of words which may or may not offend, or even BooMan’s vacation photos. I’ve been more physically tired, but rarely more mentally drained than I am right now.
The tide turns, but despite everything it still turns slowly, and unevenly. And I am done thinking about it for a while. Maybe I will have something later today about Obama and what I think he may mean for the future should he win the general, but don’t bet on it. It’s time for me, and perhaps for you, too, to refresh, relax, recharge and reinvigorate ourselves. Yes, we are still in a world of shit, to steal a line from Stanley Kubrick, but that doesn’t mean we have to sniff out each and every stinking turd right this moment (sorry if that visual is a little too scatological for some of you).
So, go to the park. Ride a bike. Play softball. Do all that laundry that’s been piling up. Buy your kid a sno-cone or an ice cream. Catch a movie (Iron Man or Sex and the City, I don’t care) in a nice air conditioned multiplex eating overpriced junk food just because you can. Make love to your husband, wife, significant other or whomever will have you. Take a trip to Italy (nevermind). Hell, do something really radical — read a book that has absolutely nothing to do with politics. Maybe just sleep and dream of a better world. God Goddess Heaven The Flying Spaghetti Monster knows we need one.
