With too much news.
On the politico-criminal front – there are scads (meaning many!) of things going on, and more in the offing quite soon, as in the immediate AM. At once intriguing . . . and boring already.
On the theological front, things are just as numerous and fluid, if not moreso.
And I don’t care. Not one whit. I feel compelled to write about neither. Have a “sermon” in process – but the reality of the last week outstripped the urge to address matters from the Lord’s perspective. I am retired, after all, so it’s not like I gotta “get one out” by 8 am Sunday morning as I once did, sometimes without sleep.
I have just lost the urge to write. Chalk it up to being numbed at the voluminosity of news floating around out there. Said loss of desire may last for a week, or more, or less. I never know. My last piece (2nd below) was from almost 16 years ago. Liked it then, and given the current state of matters, like it even more now.
I watch other sites literally flail away trying to “produce new news.” Solomon once addressed that phenomenon. Something about “nothing new” – and I am greatly inclined to give the old boy the nod on that count (I must, actually, given what I do and am).
I have, however, gotten into a number of “conversations” with those identifying as “conservatives” in recent days at various sites. I have come to realize that a huge percentage of “conservatives” per se, would not know Russell “Mr. Mecosta” Kirk were he to slap them up side of the head with his “Conservative Theses,” and no, I am not going to be bothered to link them for those too lazy to do the most simplistic of internet searches. Why should I? They are too lazy to even learn for themselves. BTW – although I never met the man while alive, I lived not far from his home for a good while. To watch today’s amateur conservatives shimmy and dance as though they have something “new” to say, is to betray their complete lack of conservative credentials. They even lack the meaning of the word “conservative.” Cardboard cut-outs.
And it is NOT my job to correct them. Nor would I otherwise, because they are little different from their “almost cousins” on the commie left. They most certainly don’t get that, as most do not get that. Most who are identified as “conservative” have converged with those of the commie left, and are functionally useless. The priceless few who are true, unreconstructed conservatives – are jewels. Those folks I treasure and read with wild abandon. Who are they? Well – first – go and learn what a true conservative is! Then, you will know them when you read them, or talk with them. I am not going to do YOUR homework.
I do hold that the Donald is the last hope for a “Constitutional America.” That becomes more and more evident with each passing day, and with every objection to the contrary from our dreary, ED-afflicted media. I’ve seen firmer noodles in a can of Campbell’s “cooked into complete submission” Chicken Noodle Soup than in the American MSM. They are little but gummint or deep-state sycophants with scripts in hand. No longer is it merely “dems versus us.” In a twist of Pogo’s observation – “We have met the enemy, and became them.” Nothing more or less. The media are/is (go figure that grammatical quagmire out for yourself) but one cut above hand puppets. They do, after all, move on their own.
Isn’t that just so “speshul?!”
And if you perhaps find some news out of the ordinary – rest assured – you will be labeled a “conspiracy theorist” – thanks to the CIA’s coinage of the term, which is ironic beyond measure! Fran discussed that kind of irony Sunday morning on a somewhat similar topic. I can’t say I think at his level, and I dang sure don’t write at his level. But we do mentally bump into each other often. And I always get “the more” for the bump.
I have a friend who maintains I try to keep up with too much for too long. I cannot dispute her constructive criticism. But I have in the past confessed my addiction to “keeping on keeping on” tracking the news on both the political and theological fronts. I suppose I live out Augustine’s “Two Cities/Two Kingdoms” in its fullest sense.. It is real, and it is tiresome beyond measure.
Whatever. I am at once incredibly tired of it all, and yet, somehow energized by forcing myself to write of it. Sweet Jesus, I am keyboard bi-polar.
On that thought, I am going to trot off to bed. It’s late.