Via my angerbuddies at BJ I see that Politico has a fucking story up right now that breathlessly relates — as a breaking exclusive no less — the fact that Obama plans to seek re-election. In 2012. As a sitting President. After his first term. Without being named Lyndon Johnson. I’m asleep right? Hallucinating? The world is fucking with me? Something? Because if not then I can only conclude that the half-lives on the ability to convince myself that specific iterations of the ol’ ” no for serious: this time things are really as insane as they can ever possibly get” affirmations hold weight are shrinking rapidly.
I used to consider that topic on a generational level: this made sense to my parents, but instead this makes sense to me, etc.
More recently it became a yearly — and then a seasonal — concept. I’ll sure be glad when the Bush years are behind us … Boy those teabaggers really went nuts last summer.
That was a little more troubling but whatever, a year is a long time. In light of evidence collected in the last couple days’ blogging however,1 I think I’m going to have to slow things down and — somewhat like every pro athlete in history — just take it all one collective rhetorical mindset at a time because if the lesson here isn’t that it just gets worse and worse and you either tune it out or become infinitely more cynical and eventually die then I just don’t know anymore. Kick the football Charlie Brown.
1 Argh where does the comma belong in this construction? #grammarfail