All is quiet at Kibbitz Meggido

It’s hard not do descend into pettiness, but how can one talk about serious issues in a world gone completely mad and partisan and as contrary as anything one would find down a rabbit hole or through a looking glass.  Instead of taking care of business, I wasted a morning chastising Florida Senator Madman Mel Martinez for insisting that the Government’s job is to protect biblical tradition and to keep the courts from interpreting the law, and I wasted more time informing the illiterate pre-teens who write ungrammatically for CNN that Condoleeza Rice is  “ concerned by Humanitarian suffering” unaware that this would describe the suffering of humanitarians and that if they had any interest in ending human suffering, they would  go away and find other jobs.

But what can you do when you’ve lost all hope for peace and progress and for a world my Grandchildren can survive happily in.  We have a Nobel Peace Prize winner saying she wants to kill George Bush.  We have a Republican Senator equating massively documented scientific research as the “Big Lie” and comparing climatologists to the Nazis for giving statistics on global warming while California roasts at 122 degrees and the glaciers disappear.  While crime continues to decline, hysterical legislators are forcing ex-criminals to live in the woods like Robin Hood, in order to protect the children.

Christian fundamentalists are exited at the prospect that the bungling incompetence of their chosen president will bring about the end of the world and I am beginning to wish that they weren’t just paranoid delusionals and would get their behinds raptured to another invisible universe and leave the rest of us alone.

I can’t tell the serious from the psychotic any more and how could it matter anyway when everything means anything and nothing.  I’m tempted to give it up, to lapse into solipsism and misanthropy and escapism and a world of beer, cheetos and NASCAR on TV.