Hi there, navel.

I solved the mystery of my anemic blogging today: it’s just too damned depressing. My first thought when reading an article about renters facing eviction because the owners of the properties they rented were being foreclosed on was, “and somewhere there’s a blogger blaming them for renting.”

I was so much happier before I knew that there were actually people who think that way.

One of the saddest things I’ve seen in a while…

Was this woman on some morning show yesterday. I was sitting in a waiting room waiting to give someone a urine sample so that I could prove in advance of employment that I have not violated one of the many Politicians’ Full Employment Acts of the last half-century, and they introduced this lady who’s lost 100+ pounds so that they could all bow down before her awesome ability to starve herself.

So over an aural backdrop of brave tragic music, they had a recording of her stiltingly and scriptedly telling her tale of woe. Her mother? Fat! And an inadequate cook! And this daughter always swore that she’d never wind up like her mother, who partook of the bypass-gastric. So when the scales tripped a magic number she joined a gym, and now has a marginally socially acceptable body AND got the joy of showing the nation exactly how much she hates her mother.

I did not ooh or aw or sigh at the appropriate points. *This* is the pinnacle of morality? *This* is what we are to idolize?

Not me. Not in this lifetime or the next or the one after that.

It frightens me sometimes when I realize how *dumb* I must have sounded five years ago.

Fer chrissake, the fact that you find someone’s observations of you unflattering doesn’t make them untrue.

And sometimes an observation is just that. It doesn’t have to be hatred just because it came from the opposing party.

Obama scares me. The last time we had a genius-y president, things didn’t go so well. Oh, he can talk a fine line, if you’re into that sort of thing, but can he run the thing? I’m not so sure. Because as the current uproar demonstrates, being able to see things isn’t always much of a job qualification. Not for that job.

Re: Spitzer.

For the FSM’s sake, people, NOBODY cares about the sex. Stop feeling so morally fucking superior because you think prostitution ought to be legal. So does anyone with half a brain. Have a nice cup of STFU, already.

The point here is that this man has built himself a career on prosecuting things that shouldn’t be prosecuted, so it’s motherfucking FUNNY to watch him land squarely on his own petard. If you can’t enjoy that, even a little, there’s something very wrong with you.

Sometimes I’m not sure that I walk the line successfully between snark and just plain childishness.

I mean, everybody knows that nothing raises your blood pressure except for being fat and eating crap, so this article must be bullshit. Oh, wait…snoring is noise, and only fat people snore! Whew! Thought you were going to tell me that I still have to die someday no matter what. I feel better now.


Also? This can’t possibly be right. Because I have it on good authority that my particular preeclampsia came from being fat and lazy. But all kinds of upside here, too, because we can just blame women for somehow getting infected with whatever.

Yeah, I’m feeling cynical tonight. So?