It’s been nearly two months since I’ve written anything here. But I’m not done. Oh, no. I’m not done.
I’ve been busy. I own one of them “automobile” things that people always talk about, and have used it to get myself out of town more than usual. Between that and time spent at work in the burbs, and time spent with Kate it’s been quite nice.
But things are brewing. Most of what’s interesting to me right now is stuff that I don’t feel like I should post right now, which is a bit of shame but will probably change soon. I hope. Because I don’t like not posting.
In other news, my sister asked me before Super Tuesday to post my thoughts on the Dem race, and I didn’t do so then. And I won’t post extended analysis now, except to say this: I really like Obama, I think he’d be a good president, and I would like to see him elected. And I dislike Hillary enough that I might actually think about voting for McCain, which is something that would have been sacrilege mere months ago. Why would I think about McCain? After losing 11 straight primaries I see one, and only one, reason that someone stays in the race: a sense of entitlement. You’ve been beaten, and you decide not to give, you do so only because you think that you somehow deserve victory. And that, to me, is the worst of the worst. I can deal with a president who has a pessimistic (and yet oddly realistic) view of Iraq, and who has skewed moral compass. But someone who feels entitled to the job? That’s the biggest knock against Bush, in my mind, looking back on it.
And with that, no more, until there’s more.