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I had plans for a high-powered column this week. Something on the metaphysics of voting. Or another call to please, please vote against the unfair, wrong Prop. 8, which is promoted with infuriating lies and distortions by the measure’s supporters. Or maybe some general thoughts on the propositions – how 4 needs to be rejected because it will harm, not help teenagers; how 2, which would ensure humane treatment to animals, deserves a yes; and how 5 will help reform the justice system, not destroy it. Or maybe discuss this latest hoopla about Obama and Mr. Khalidi and criticize the Republican echo chamber for yet another guilt-by-association smear – it’s like the echo chamber believes that you can’t be in the same room as someone you disagree with lest you become radioactive. But a Washington Post editorial neatly summarizes a rebuttal (http://www.washingtonpost.com/) to the smear, and I’m not in the mood for that sort of thing.
So no, none of that this week. This election season has been filled with so much information, so much opinionating, so much propaganda, that I thought I’d offer something different his week: a bit of quiet.
More or less.
My reasons aren’t entirely unselfish. Trying to come up with something that, at least, approximates something insightful and entertaining every week is a challenge – a fun challenge, to be sure, but a challenge nonetheless. With a very crowded choir of voices out there, each trying to sing just that much more loudly to get noticed, I admit I’m a little hoarse. As I ponder a new approach to writing “The Recreational Nihilist,” I’m glad for a break.
I would, however, like to invite you to visit my blog, frederik-sisa.blogspot.com, or find me on Facebook. Naturally, my invitation stems from wanting you to satisfy my writer’s narcissism and pay attention to me, but more importantly, I’d like to hear what you think. Agree, disagree; let’s talk.
As for the election – you knew I couldn’t avoid saying something about it, right? – I’ll just say this as the nation prepares to pull the lever. The stakes are high, we are told. It’s do or die. Nothing short than the fate of the US of A is in the balance. The pressure is on. The kettle is boiling, and so is people’s blood. So sere’s a little something-something that has nothing to do with politics, but will hopefully serve as a reminder to just take a deep breath, relax, and go with it.
