Likelihood of Success

I am resolutely tired of politics.

Now, matters of policy and governance and statecraft and law remain, as they have been throughout my life, of great importance to me.

But I am bored and disgusted with politics, certainly with politicians, and to a great extent with people who are either obsessed with politics or whose public output is in the main dedicated to politics.

Some people, such as Patrick Ruffini, have the ability to pull this sort of thing off with real style and dignity.  I can’t get on board even a fraction of his initiatives because of my exhaustion with the whole thing, but the way Patrick does it all, I respect the whole thing of it. And for me, Rush Limbaugh is Rush Limbaugh.  He’s an American institution.

And, hey, you know — there’s Frank J.  He demonstrates how to be an absolute right-wing nutter without taking yourself in the slightest bit seriously.

OK, so I love Stephen Green, too.

But I’d have to say that a slight majority of others whose “feeds” I keep tripping over, mainly bloggers but also talk radio guys, who try to do what these guys do in their respective roles, just can’t.  By slight I mean slightly more than 99.9%, that is.

And this is what led me screaming from #TCOT.  And, finally, I unsubscribed tonight from PJTV’s annoying emails, because, let’s face it, PJTV is obviously done with me so I can stop pretending to be interested rather than appalled, but if I didn’t tell you who on earth would notice?  I do appreciate the free lavalier mike they gave me, though.

I am tired of the crassness and the grossness, but also, substantively, I have had it with the Loud Right’s politics.

I am tired of the Loud Right’s reaction, as in reactionary-ness.  Sonia Sotomayor — that‘s a nomination to go to war over?  What on earth does the party that lost gave away everything think it’s going to get that’s a better, more mainstream nominee than Judge Sotomayor from the party, however undeserving, to which it gave everything?

I’m tired of the Loud Right’s petty, vindictive obsession with personal assassination in politics.  Every photo of every member of Obama’s family has to be the occasion for nastiness?  The President has to be called “Barry”?  Every policy disagreement has to be cast as a venal, wicked or brainless move by the other side?

And I’m tired of a still corrupt and fundamentally unreformed Republican Party that still sends me mass mailings that read as if I were a mental retard, when in fact, well, I’m brilliant, okay?

If my far-more-famous-than-I political-blogger friends really read my blog, I think a lot of them would de-link me over this.  Luckily, they don’t.  But they’ve managed to make me embarrassed to be a conservative blogger.  I mean, not that embarrassed obviously; it’s me we’re talking about here.

But, enough, really.  Give it a rest.  Try building something, whaddya say?  Something America might want besides negativity, anger and desperation.

UPDATE:  I’m not the only one!  Hat tip to my mom.