0 days without a politics-related injury
As anyone who has been reading along might surmise, my political passions run hot and cold. My convictions remain the same, but my desire to express them fluctuates wildly. When the Republic-cons won the 2002 elections I thought I might go nuts with anger. When some 70 percent of Americans supported Bush in his (not the least bit believable) push for war, I did the next best thing: I marched against the war, then I started a blog. Then another.
At my most passionate, I wrote (almost) daily. I wrote subversive satire and imagined my arrest and imprisonment at the hands of the Justice Department, which certainly considered me to be providing aid and comfort to the enemy, under John Ashcroft's definition. I jeopardized relationships by sending my blogs to Republican friends. I sent money to MoveOn and wrote letters to publications across the political spectrum. I like to think that my scathing feedback killed Scarborough's regular opinion column on MSNBC, which committed the heinous crime of pretending to be a blog whilst offering no links.
Meanwhile, as hundreds of thousands of dedicated readers skipped my blogs daily, the mood of the country began to change. I basked in the changing tides and turned my (fleeting) attention to other matters large and small. This is my first post in almost three months.
My level of passion has slipped to the point that I am today writing about the Kerry/Edwards sticker that will soon adorn my bumper. Said bumper, along with the rest of the car, will then travel across the South to Florida with me behind the wheel, carefully gauging the level of animosity and violence I generate.
Fruitless? Let's hope so. I'll keep you posted.
