As for politics

Obama. Can I say, of course? Especially lately Clinton has suddenly made me realize why people could ever have disliked the Clintons so much. I never really understood the crazed, feverish tone of Clinton-haters, and now suddenly I'm thinking, "Hmmmm..."

I read Audacity of Hope a few months ago (or really had read to me by the author by virtue of the modern miracle of the recorded voice captured by spinning disc borrowed from the local library, transplanted into the pure binary audioverse of the Ipod and played back mostly in a vehicle moving between home and work) which just struck me as unhealthily honest for a book written by a politician, and that was it, I was hooked. That he has even made it this far, to me, slightly staggers the imagination.

But that said, I'm seriously attempting to shut off that part of my head. I've realized that politics is an unhealthy obsession, one that I've wasted far too much time on in this life, and one that in the real world will only bring a sensitive soul unnecessary torments, when there are so many genuine, real, personal torments available by the bucketload that one should be using ones meager supply of seconds on this planet to deal with and grapple with and write endless screeds about. I'll vote and do my part and all that and break down and blog about this in the future again because I'm weak, but for the moment I just want to acknowledge a truth of which I've become cleanly aware, before going there again.