A tiny toll of The Great Political Depression of American Governance

You know, it really was wishful thinking in the end that somehow, some way, the lumbering, blundering, bickering bureaucracy of American Governance would change. As it turns out, it has only gotten worse. And now, I am sick of the word "change". I am sick of the kids up in the forecastle running our sinking ship with their braid pulling, towel snapping antics, as the sea rises to swallow us. I am sick of a Supreme Court shackled by party lines rather than by prudence of any kind, juris or otherwise. And I am sick of a president to whom I turned my heart over, only to discover much like the Tin Man, he had none of his own.

And finally, I am sick of a public who has become lazy by allowing political entertainers to do their thinking for them. Personalities selling propaganda like the late night, male enhancement pump peddlers they are.

It is a Great Political Depression of American Governance we find ourselves in—a hopelessness this weary optimist can believe in.

I can not believe that is where we are. But it is. And when I listen closely for some sort of hint that I might just be all wrong about this, the only thing I hear is the haunting, long cry of a fiddle string.

While home burns.

(I have nothing more to say. I'm shutting this blog down. A tiny toll indeed.)