I’ve just finished perusing nearly 400 blogs, and reading a fair number of them, commenting on a few. While I can categorically say that many impressed me, at least the one’s I left comments on, none inspired me with anything exceptionally interesting to write about.
So, as Jon Stewart is wont to say, “I got nothin’.” Still, I’m way too egotistical to let it go at that. Why I can fire off a good 1500 words having not a thing to say at all. So, if you will so indulge me, I will.
Fully a tenth of all the professional bloggers and not a few of the not-so, are consumed by the continuing saga of the tea parties of last week. The subject is sincerely boring, since they are all pretty much saying the same thing, which I said in a few paragraphs over the last couple of days.
It was ideologically impure, the result of anybody with a beef against Obama or paying taxes in general, or anger that the damn detergent doesn’t get the stains out of clothes, finding occasion to scoot on down and wave a placard for an hour, hoping to spot a celebrity in the process. End of story.
I’m coming to the conclusion that those on the right who are fearful that “right wing extremists” means them, are right. I’m beginning to conclude that the right wing fringe is insane as a naked superman, with a kite tail up his butt, trying to fly. Each day brings new revelations of ongoing nuttery.
It seems a plague of craziness is selectively attacking the right, perhaps as part of an ongoing alien plot to drive us all insane in the watching of this paranoia driven, tantrum display of, “if I can’t win, I’m taking my marbles and going home!”
Me, I’m staying sane by watching old reruns of “Wagon Train.” This week’s episode features Mickey Rooney as a westward seeking wagon train customer. Oh, and I should tell you that the Contrarian swears that Tonto, (not of Wagon Train, but of The Lone Ranger) wears dress socks with his moccasins.
Oh, I forgot, back to the insane right. It seems Steve Schmidt, late of the failed and dismal McCain campaign, is urging fellow GOP’ers to adopt a gay marriage stance. Yep, when pigs fly, undoubtedly they will. Until then, we can rest assured that they will continue to proclaim that life as we know it will cease should (shudder) gay folks have the enormous privilege of marriage. We heteros are doing such a marvelous job you know in keeping it a sacred and honored institution.
Schmidt claims that if the GOP doesn’t cave on this issue, it surely will become a “religious” party. Guess he’s been in a lock box for the last ten years or better. Look around ya Stevo, it has happened.
In the meantime, speaking of letting the cat out of the bag a few hundred years after the fact, the Vatican is instituting a “doctrinal investigation” of the nunneries across the US. Not the world, mind you, but across the US. It seems they are concerned that the various convents are not properly upholding the Church’s fine teaching on homosexuality and (gasp) women’s ordination quite properly. I think the fine print excludes Mother Angelica and her sisters from the “investigation.”
I could of told ’em that more than ten years ago. Various sisters advised me that nuns were the original “feminists.” And I would be pretty much forced to agree with them on that point. They were indeed liberated before it was kosher. ( How’s that for mixing religious symbols? )
I don’t know about you, but we are done watching Survivor. Yeah, we watch it–actually it was one of the better reality shows around. But as the years go by, the “contestants” appear to be picked for dumbness more and more. A perfectly good “hidden” alliance, broke before it started, and kicked off a truly good guy in favor of keeping insane soccer coach nicknamed “dragon slayer.” We don’t care who wins now, all of them have shown themselves to be too stupid to care.
I’m thinking that most reality shows have had their day. No longer funny, or interesting or well organized, they don’t reflect average people, but bizarro folks from hidden pockets across America. We still watch Amazing Race, but increasingly it makes ya cringe as echoes of “ugly American” come to mind. Snotty preppy brats scream at locals “why can’t you speak English???”
It may come to you that “Geez, these people watch a lot of TV!” And yes we do. I am a product of my environment. I was brought up with it. It was our evening entertainment. I briefly flirted with periods of non-exposure, but hey, cheap thrills satisfy me. What can I say?
Actually, I don’t “watch” a lot. I have it on. I glance over now and then. I don’t “watch” until the evening. With Tivo, we do get to see mostly “quality” stuff, though some would continue to say “it’s a vast wasteland.” To each his own I guess. We don’t play golf or go to bars and clubs.
We do watch Shakespeare and an occasional symphony. We do watch a fair amount of PBS and History and Discovery. The Contrarian is forever watching “Book Notes” and the direct feeds from Congress. Besides I never really believed those various folks who looked down their noses and claimed not to watch the “boob” tube.