Politics as Usual

I've posted before that I do not like to put my "politics" on the blog. Do you care to know much about a personal journal-style blogger's political persuasion? Generally, probably not. I have the places I go for that, and they're different from the places I go for my morning fix of whatever blog.

I do post things occasionally that are political, in a sense. I am a feminist, and will definitely comment on personal/political issues now and then. But about the election coverage? The different conventions going on (aside from a carefully buried in a bizarre rant jibe at lack of dancing skills)? No. I do not like to Sam I Am.

I don't care for it when a blog I read regularly for, say, fun lighthearted stories, or cooking advice, or knitting details, or whatever suddenly gets political, i.e., partisan about Democrats vs. Republicans. It's certainly everyone's right to have an opinion.* People can always quote, misquote, read, misread, someone's political statements for a quick drive-by shooting style blog entry. And I pop in for my expected dose of whatever and I get partisan politics. Phooey! If I want that sort of thing, I'll turn on the television and flip back & forth between the major network news shows. (And you're kidding yourself if you think any of them are not partisan-- they ALL are.)

And of course, in the truest spirit of cranky bipolar curmudgeonliness (yes that is a word cause I said so), I'm breaking the very rule I'm complaining about by talking politics on my blog today. People who wanted to pop in to see maybe news about my cat's puking tendencies or the hubby's bar project** or whether I finally decided what to do about the SPAM fiction*** are going "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa politics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and racing out the door to the Get Fuzzy website. (Great Idea! But if you haven't been reading the last week you'll not have any idea what's going on. Spend some time in the archives, I beg of you).

Well. Fine. I say. Fine. I've been "in a mood" for three days now. I'm beginning to crawl crabbily out of it, but it's not a complete recovery yet. So. Gripe. Gripe. Complain. Snark. Gnashing of teeth. Clicking of keyboard keys. Raspberries for all politics cause I hate it that there's nothing else on TV! PFFFFFHHHHHHTTTTT!!!!! Even the Olympics were better than the constant politics that are lately making me insane. I hate election years. Really. I love the voting process & will vote and all that citizenly crapola. (I don't know who for. I don't like either candidate very much. Maybe I'll cast a pink ballot for Barbie).

Just in case you were wondering. I am still pretty sure that I could get a job teaching those folks how to dance, though. They still suck at it.

*and I have to admit, in the true spirit of irritableness I have a hard time convincing myself that I really ought to complain so much and am worried that I will make anyone who has done this recently who pops in to read me feel bad.... that's not my intention...so I'm working myself into a corner this morning. ACK!

**it's ALMOST done. We're just waiting for the artwork and then pictures will be posted. Oh. And the cat puking is normal. Repeat: code yellow on cat urks. (Oh yes. And parenthetically, you might want to know that I post info about the cat puking in direct defiance of a blogger's list of "Things to NOT do on your Blog." My big list of things not to do on your blog includes NOT having a list of things to do on YOUR blog. It's your blog. Post whatever the hell you want to on it. And DO NOT listen to me about it cause clearly, since I'm totally contradicting the rest of this post (post politics if that's what you want) I have no freakin' business telling anyone else what to do. I'm a loon.).

***Haven't decided on SPAM fiction. Am leaning towards awarding everyone who wrote something in a true fence-straddling move. There were three entries, I believe. What do you want?