It’s NaBloPoMo time once again and I find myself with bits and fragments, scattered as I have been all year pondering whether there is any real meaning to anything.
And is it any wonder that question has come up given the 20+ months of blathering we’ve had to live through on the political scene? Positions and accusations and counter accusations and messages have been flying so fast and thick it is surprising that half the American public doesn’t feel – or perhaps they do – like we’ve been in the mental equivalent of a fist fight in a room full of flying glass.
What surprises me, though, about the fact that I’m bothering to do the whole blog posting month dance is two things: the internet has gotten to be an extremely rude and potentally dangerous place, and I’m still not sure after five years of this that I’ve got anything to say.
There will be gyrations here, politics – really, only 4 more days and then the rest of the arguing can begin – frivolity, movie reviews (yes, they will be back) and perhaps some meditations on why the internet is now full of argumentative trolls.
And because the internet is so full of people, comments have been turned off for a while and, indeed, if you’re reading this it’s because you’ve been given access. Don’t worry, it won’t need to stay this way for very long.
So, until tomorrow….
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