It's hard not to, it really is. In the morning, I pour coffee, log into my computer, and the first thing that greets my glazballs on the screen is appalling stupidity and corruption and political disgrace that hasn't been seen in this country since the years of the Teapot Dome and Tammany Hall. And my impulse is to ball my fists and write thousands of words about the burning handbasket we're now in.
Thing is, I'm betting most of you reading this keep up on the news. None of what I would have to say would come as a huge surprise or shock. I'd mostly be confirming what you already know: the situation is dire and there is no excuse for any of us to sit this one out, so get your asses in gear and go save the world already.
You don't need me to tell you this. You shouldn't need me to tell you this. There are far more informed, far more technically adept, and far more involved people than I who can give you far more nitty-gritty and lowdown on all that's gone wrong and all that continues to get upgefucked.
It's not that I don't care. I care as deeply about all this as anyone, although me just telling you that is not likely to convince. And in truth, I'm more interested in setting wrong things right than in convincing onlookers that I'm doing so. If you need me to work myself up into a lather to convince you I care, then that tells me you're more interested in the lather I can work myself up into than in anything I could actually do about these problems.
That's why I don't talk much about this stuff here. It's not because it's not important. It's because my way of doing justice to how important it is is far bigger than any blog post I could write about it. I reserve this place for talking about other things, that's all.