As the House and Senate step out for their yearly summer vacation, in the form of an August recess (what are they, going to play dodgeball?), I can’t help but think it’s an appropriate time for me to take a vacation as well.
Because, you see, I am completely content these days, and it’s just dreadful for my writing. I got absolutely no complaints, and what kind of copy could that possibly produce? Who wants to read about someone whose got nothing to bitch about? Isn’t whining the whole point of good journalism?
Yet I got nothing. I’m just so okay with everything it’s sickening. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m thrilled with everything, I’m not walking on sunshine in slippers and not burning my soles, things could always be better, but they ain’t that bad right now either.
Sure, I’ve got my share of dandruff and diarrhea. It’s not all rainbows and chocolate-covered puppies with cream inside. There are times I can’t imagine doing what I’m doing another day without doubting I’ll ever do anything meaningful. But who wants to read about existential ennui? No one. People like their unhappiness passionate. And mine is just indifferent.
Which is why I’ve got to go on vacation. Yes, I desperately and definitively need some time away to clear my head of this complete and utter contentment and complacency that has so thoroughly enveloped and overwhelmed me, so that I can come back as bitter, irritable and well-rested as ever. I need to shake off this sense of snugness and satisfaction and return worse for the wear. I need to take a break to regain my cynicism and hatred for humanity. Or else how will I ever write again?
I realized all this, by the way, when I was watching those retards disrupt these health care reform town hall meetings all over the country. Look at the energy these morons have! I couldn’t help but watch their belligerent, nonsensical, paranoid, racist outbursts and not grasp the simple fact that anger is a much better fuel than hope. These furious fuckheads were so full of life.
And that is the problem. We, the majority, spent an entire year fighting ignorance and we were all ready and convinced that we could just kick back and enjoy the bliss, but these stupid idiots won’t stop fucking everything up. Anger is a better fuel than hope. Hope eventually fades and leaves you with an empty tank, but anger just keeps re-filling.
And so we’ve let them out-shout us. About our own issue. We’ve become lazy. Or at the very least tired. Politics is so last year. We got our president in, what more do you want from us? But these tireless right-wingers just keep flying around in circles, and flying around in circles, and flying around in circles. Moving in for the kill and waiting to devour the carcass.
Which is why I think we all, sane people, need a vacation to re-charge our batteries. Because we’re talking about universal health care here people. The holy grail of health care. We’re so close I can taste the immortality. Never mind this compromise shit, let’s go for the whole damn thing. Evil insurance giants be damned. The Big Guy’s doing his best, but we got to give him some help. We got to gear up and get ready to do some shouting our selves. We got to get away and discover a little insanity of our own.
But I digress. Because what this is really about is me. And my need for a vacation. So I’ll be taking off next weekend for a trip north to the future. Alaska. I will be gone for 3 weeks. And then, when I return, I promise you, my loyal reader, yes you, to be totally pissed off. Really, really enraged. Just so unhappy.
In the meantime, remember how good of a year we’ve had here at Geelastic, you and I. (Yeah, the site began in August, but you know that) Click around on the right column and take a trip down memory lane. Reminisce. And then get ready for September. When I return from my relaxing vacation and the real miserable fun can begin again.
