Friday, August 17, 2012

Depressed, Hopeless Caveats of Despair...

My blog girl Rachel echos my fears, and cracks me up:
Like I said, I personally know enough voters who are so thoroughly uninterested in knowing anything more than what Jon Stewart tells them, and only even interested in that because it makes them go hahahaha (otherwise they wouldn’t actually know anything about politics), that it’s hard for me to stay optimistic.

But it’s not impossible because last week, days before the Ryan announcement was made, I was optimistic enough (with depressed, hopeless caveats of despair) to predict in public that he’d be the guy. I even stuck with it the next day. And for once, my unfounded hopes were realized.

So I’m sticking with that coping technique for now; it’s the only way to get through this. Join me. Let’s all spend the next 82 days pretending we believe that an electorally-significant number of voters understand and care about the math-induced armageddon that’s coming, okay? Maybe our wishful thinking will not be finally annihilated in crushing disappointment.
That's exactly right. I'm hoping not to have my wishful thinking annihilated in crushing disappointment.  Go read the whole thing, and while you're at it, add her blog to your reading list.  When she can be bothered to post, it's guaranteed to be worth your time to read...

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