Melancholy in the land of LP

I'm sad.

Not weepy sad, more like nap-time sad.

Frustrated, I guess one would say.

I've spent a good deal of time this evening reading political blogs. That is my mistake, I know. I shouldn't expect any consolation. Why I do this to myself, I don't know. Since I was just 18, I've flipped the radio between far-right radio and far-left radio. I do the same now, but with blogs and news sites.

I've always tried to find the synthesis between the two. The middle ground that isn't hype or spin or bullshit.

Since my brief stint in college, I'd always considered myself a Hegelian. Two faces of the same coin, usw.

But now all that I hear, read or experience is hate. If both sides are hate, what is the middle? Sadly, the answer is hate. Dialectics require opposites. There are no opposites in politics - just different ways to hate eachother.

Perhaps I'm comparing the wrong things. Perhaps politics long ago reached a synthesis that I'd never realized until now.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that's correct.

So, peace. At last. What a beautiful Orwelli-Bradburian pillow that leaves.

I leave only the softest tears on this pillow. For tomorrow, I must account for my emotions.

...Mr. Man just woke up with a terrible cough, and I'm reminded that everything above is absolute grade-A bullshit. Nothing matters, nothing, except for the children. I put him back down, and I think that he will sleep again. He sleeps on a pillow without tears, without fears, without accountability.

For now.