Well, I Suppose I Could Try

I can't say I haven't been able to write since I last posted on this blog, because that's not entirely true.  When a person on a beach sees a 100 foot tsunami, they run.  Make it 1000 feet tall and many will just stare, not understanding how it is even possible.  That's how I have felt in the past months.  I had hoped for a conservative victory in the elections, despite the fact that even if the Republican candidate won, it wouldn't be a conservative.  The libertarian in me had pretty much given up hope the second Ron Paul essentially said Iran would play nice as long as we did.  But a wave of illogic swept across the voting populace in a manner I'm not sure I've ever seen before or even been aware of historically.  A society in which information is readily available, especially to the younger members, voted against information.  An ex-girlfriend of mine said, after the election, that she was proud to live in a country that considered women equal.  This woman had been convinced that somehow Mitt Romney was going to slap chains on chicks, which would have made for a hell of a bumper sticker.  What's the point of arguing if the reaction to 2+2=4 is you're a racist?  So I felt lost.  I knew Romney was going to lose months before the final bell tolled.  I'm not claiming prescience by any stretch, I just had a gut feeling, like that moment before the other car hits you.  And I couldn't stop it, so I stood on the shore, watching, dumbfounded, as the wave came in, towering over me while blotting out even sunlight.  The movie "Contagion" shows the breakdown of society.  They got it wrong, the people voted for looting.

But I found a little hope.  I looked back through some things, messages.  I found a message from a friend who mentioned that her husband had been talking about me with her.  How they thought it was great that I could make the argument and back it up.  I got a message from the only woman who could ever have a chance at tempting me away from my fiancee telling me I had no idea how amazing I am.  I remembered the fiancee who disagrees with me on everything political (but can hold a conversation requiring every sentence to include a pun based on a science fiction author's name) telling me that she loves me in part because I challenge her.  And I think that hope isn't dead yet.  Every tsunami washes back out to sea.

So, rather than giving up, I'm going to try to write more often.  I'm going to try and fight against the illogical push of the modern left in the only way I know how.  I may have a grand total of three consistent readers (which I may have lost during my layoff), but at least I'll be able to say I tried.

In the meantime, Merry Christmas to all.  May the sunshine of a new day bring the light of truth and information to the darkness of a democracy in decline.  And may I always be humble enough to know that I have room to learn.