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Laws, like sausages, cease to inspire respect in proportion as we know how they are made

John Godfrey Saxe

I think that this particular phrase can now be applied to politics, in addition to law-making, in the United States.

While I am familiar with the process of sausage-making (“everything but the squeal!”), I try not to think about it too much so I can continue to enjoy eating sausages. Aside: same goes for haggis, which I fully endorse trying if you happen to be in Scotland and can get the real stuff, which is illegal in the US because it contains “airs”/lung tissue in addition to other stuff.

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Day Two Progress Report

Well, my earlier powers of prognostication were wrong and I was able (barely) to generate the absolute bare minimum of writing required to make par for day two. It exhausted me and, after doing so, I required a long and fitful rest filled with more visitations (maybe I should see a doctor about that) and strong urge to tell the world to sincerely fuck off and slumber for the rest of my remaining days.

Alas! I was called once again to play master chef and, with tears in my eyes, I dragged myself out of a not-quite-dead-yet state to wrangle up some grub for the resident monsters.

While I am proud of my commitment to the cause to write a truncated day’s worth of writing (about half of what is required and a third of what I wrote yesterday), I am loath to note that my creativity has left like a wet fart out of my brain cavity and left me with just cantankerous dwellings on life in general.

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Tired

I never thought I’d say this, but:

I’m. Tired. Of. Politics.

Whew. That’s a weight off my shoulders. Really.

I don’t think any of you who haunt this poor little blog know me in real life (I could be wrong, please correct me), but if you did, you’d know I am a very political creature. I have had strong political views since the day I declared that Reagan was one of the worst presidents the US ever had at around fifteen or sixteen. I got involved in some political street theatre shortly thereafter — at first tame, but then increasingly outrageous. I toyed (and still occasionally toss it around in my head) with what Robert A. Heinlein called “rational anarchy”, described elsewhere in The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, but can probably be boiled down to:

I will accept any rules that you feel necessary to your freedom. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do.

Don’t read too much into that; I’m no libertarian either, but I found this quote described my personal outlook quite well and it aligned with my thinking when I was a teen (I read the book later in life, stood up and shouted “Yes!” when I read it).

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