There's something to be said for going on the blog wagon. Not the bandwagon, the other kind. It allowed = my anger at tea bagger BS to finally go supernova and burn itself out. Now, reborn, is a new nebula of cynicism. Ah, to be myself again.
It wasn't that there wasn't plenty to write about -- oil spills, anti-immigration laws, and the extremely far-fetched idea that Lindsay Graham MUST be gay to be working with Democrats. But for some reason, nothing ever quite simmered to the top of my blogging brain.
Maybe I got tired of saying how stupid it was (again). Maybe I got tired of pointing out the errors and falsehoods in Bagger rants (again). Maybe I wasn't up for the strange attacks from all quarters that writing would elicit (again). Maybe it all just finally numbed me into unconcsiousness.
Whatever the cause, I feel I have returned to the me before. Not so angry, but still ready to fight. More of a "bring it on" way, with an devilish twinkle in my eye. Don't get me wrong: Baggers are still stupid ignoramouses who serve as corporate tools. But maybe I'll go back to calling them "tea partiers."
Nah, who am I kidding.
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