Short Stories, Long Odds

So I think I figured out why I’ve had such a hard time writing since Bush’s poll numbers began to tank and the GOP’s party-wide corruption began unraveling for public display.

I think its because I was right, and now everyone knows.

When the Iraq War started, I was at a bar, and I prognosticated that it would be terrible, that it would lead to Civil War, that it would be bad for the country. I said war does things to men, things I haven’t seen but history teaches us about violence and urgent means.

I said over the years that the GOP was nasty, was stridently geared towards business and against men, was bad for our country. Sometimes, in my cups, I accused them of being evil.

The world spins and time marches on and things keep getting worse and now, gradually, little by little, the American public is waking up. As the last urban griot of Generation Y, I think it may be coming time for me to retire, to hang it up. My taste for competitive politics is souring, or at least writing about it - I have found that all my lifted turns of phrase about the ill-lighted, smoke-filled room are true, and true, and true again. The bad men flourish and the good men die like dogs, because there are no seats on the fast machine for men of honor or integrity.

But the main point is that I was right about the GOP, and urgent means, and unified government, and the Iraq War. Whether Democrats can make something out of the pendulum swing, speed-enhanced by Republican terribility, is something else entirely.