I really don’t care for politics. I’ve been up to my widow’s peak in it since 2000, but it’s only because it’s seemed necessary in a way it never was before. The whole Gore-Bush election-stealing bit woke me from my slumber, and since then, it’s become clear that the mundane minutiae of the political process–this is stuff that requires an understanding of parliamentary procedure, about as exciting as reading the manual for a two-slice toaster–are being exploited by a bunch of Machiavellian nimrods in search of all sorts of undemocratic pleasures. We have to engage these people on the battlefield of political pettiness until they’ve moved on, but I long for the day when the political world will return to its former status as background hum.
Because there are far more important things Americans achieve every day. This, for instance. Yes, another "hogzilla" has been found in Georgia. That’s the kind of thing I’d prefer to be blogging about all the time. The story includes one of the best quotes I’ve come across in a while: "’We don’t keep records on hogs,’ said Melissa Cummings of the Department of Natural Resource’s public affairs department."
