Mary left a truly awesome link in the comments to my last post: Just when you thought Salon's letters page couldn't possibly get any more deranged. Apparently, the people who actually pay to read Salon were asked to describe how politics is affecting them. Answer: not well. For one thing, they're paying to read Salon.
Someone named Lisa Wright offered this mixture of personal reflection and cogent, even-keeled political analysis:
Is politics freaking me out? You better believe it. I can't read too many Salon articles at once or I can't sleep at night. I have a mental shortlist of countries where I might like to live. I have already planned to have a box of tissues available on Election Night. I keep consoling myself with the idea that there are social and political cycles and damned if we aren't in the middle of one, and "This too shall pass."
I have heard it argued that if the neocon cycle is short-circuited by a Kerry victory, then the neocons will simply go back underground to nurse their wounds and reemerge with a newer and even more attractive, subtle and utterly destructive plot in four years, and people will believe them because they weren't fully exposed. [emphasis mine. - ed.]
Damn those "neocons"! They're like a Bond villain or some shit. Always with the nefarious schemes.
But Lisa is the picture of mental health compared to Maggie Vail:
It's true, politics is completely freaking me out. I have shingles. I am 30 years old, in otherwise fine health, and I have shingles.
Am I alone in detecting the fould hand of the neocon behind Maggie's shingles? Will those neocons stop at nothing? But fear not! Salon readers have a plan to deal with this menace. It involves running cars into things. Here's what "Unemployed and Uninsured" has to say:
What really disturbs me is when I am driving and I see Bush/Cheney bumper stickers, I actually have to remind myself that while ramming into the back of the SUV would be wholly satisfying, it would hurt me physically and throw my financial life into chaos -- two things I can ill afford in this political atmosphere.
But not everyone is able to exercise the same restraint as our unemployed friend here.
UPDATE: Just as I'm about to head out the door to catch a plane to go participate in the Bush get out the vote effort in New Hampshire, this post is instalanched, (or launched, or whatever the appropriate term is). Thanks Michael!
The place is a mess and I don't have time to straighten up because I'm heading out the door. But please look around. Just know that this blog is the third hit for the phrase "emo kids" (Yeah, I don't really know either.) and until now that accounted for most of my traffic. Have fun!