I’m currently compiling my year-end review of BO, his administration, and whatever else flits through my brain. It’s exhausting. This year hasn’t been one thing after another, it’s been many things, all happening simultaneously and at break-neck speed. On any given day, there are numerous issues, loony liberal lies, and sundry craziness that arise and are almost instantly eclipsed by the next calamity. Maybe that’s the game plan, keep throwing outrageousness at us, lobbing curve ball after curve ball, in the hopes of keeping us confused and off-balance (gee, I’ve heard that somewhere before, now where was it?). To a degree, it’s working if it is a plan. And if it’s not, God help us all.
Anyway, that’s my excuse for not having a “real” post today. The process of going back over the past year is making me aware (more fully aware) of just what a mess we are in. And it has me wondering how on earth we are going to set things right (and yes, I mean that in both senses of the word). We’re all out here, blogging our little hearts out (well, some of you more than others, like moi of late, *blush*), but what’s the point? I mean, yes, it keeps the fire going, and yes, we are siphoning strength, wisdom, support, and not a few giggles from each other, but what good is it if we can’t reach people who are easing off the Koolaid and are only half-waiting for the doorbell to ring, signaling the arrival of their very own unicorn and pot of gold? (I just got this image from an episode of Married With Children in which Al was standing with his nose pressed against the door, squinting out the eye hole and waiting for the pizza Peg claimed she ordered. Heh.) Is preaching to the choir really going to help us save our republic?
Please don’t get me wrong, I need a place to vent, a place to find like-minded people, and a place to learn what is going on across America in response. I need to know I’m not alone out here, tilting at windmills. I guess we all need that. Maybe that’s why we do it? I know that there are several bloggers I feel a certain bond with, and I know that is one thing that keeps me going. As is my anger and resolve, of course. I don’t know. I just wish that people could see what we see so clearly. What the heck is wrong with people that they think this . . . this thing is a good president? (John Carpenter’s The Thing is actually a good analogy for the entire radical progressive take-over of the democratic party: they look and sound like normal dems, but they are alien to our ways, our Constitution, and a danger to our existence. That’s why they hide as one of us; they know they’d be culled from the herd if they let their true “thing-ness” see the light of day.) Anyway, I just don’t get it. But then, I take heart because I strongly suspect that if the election had been held again this year, he’d have been trounced by anyone with an (R) after their name. So maybe we’re doing some good, after all?