…I just read the Hunter Thompson interview, and didn't get as fired up as I usually do. He's sixty-five now, and, if this particular interview is any indication, his peaks and valleys are leveling out. I was a great admirer of the Good Doctor's style. I would recognize it if it came wrapped in the Wall Street Journal. I loved his sentences that would move along, almost serenely, with perfectly normal words and cadences, and suddenly--bang!--an explosion of an unexpected word or phrase. Hunter aimed straight for the heart, rat-a-tat-tat. But, I think he wants to sell his book and has bought his own idea that "playing by the rules of the system" is the way to do it. He is hoisted on his own prose. He could end up being a Centrist, for God's sake.
Naturally I would lash out at Hunter because I wish I were Hunter, living in an architecturally-designed log cabin in the chic-est of mountains and saying my piece and being listened to. Hunter tells us that 9/11 let the vermin in. Hunter tells us that we are being screwed from on high. Hunter tells us what we are already writing about every damned day on our web logs. The worse part is we are powerless, we know it, and then Hunter goes and sticks it in and breaks it off.
I stopped reading the Gary Hart interview in the NYT's magazine when he used the word "exiled." Heads of state and occasional military leaders, who have caught the fancy of the public, are exiled. Not the likes of Gary Hart. With that one word, Gary is telling us he thinks he's important enough to be "exiled." The words "forgotten," "dismissed" and "indifference" are not in the Gary Hart lexicon. Maybe they are and I'll discover it when I pick up the magazine again and read the rest of the piece. Which will be this afternoon when I nest in on the sofa.
The roster of Democrats declaring and threatening to declare for the Presidency is a nation-wide yawn. Maybe Kerry. Mr. Lieberman is in trouble because he came down on the side of war, and because he is Jewish. Kennedy broke the taboo against a Catholic as President. But when one considers what is going on with Israel and Palestine, common sense tells us it won't play. Not to mention the Radical Far Right, better known as Fascists, and their streak of Anti-Semitism. They will make life hard for a good guy and a Liberal. And speaking of anti's, let us not indulge ourselves in a woman candidate, even for VP. Death in the afternoon.
I am addicted to Blogging. I thought about it Sunday while on the sofa, still in my jammies, and popping Fritos. I even gave up selling on eBay where I once raked it in, and that's the truth. Ebay was my replacement for gambling. It helped me stop playing Omaha High Low, Split the Pot, with ex-felons and unreformed drunks in the card houses. Wherein I risked, not just my money, but my life. In one of them, there had been a killing. At any time, a robbery could occur, complete with mayhem, that could find me dancing naked on a tabletop--guns pointed my way--to save my ass. EBay delivered me from dangerous sleaze, for which I kiss the hem of Meg's garment. Until I tired of bubble wrap, I actually made money instead of being the designated fish.
Other reasons for loud-mouthing on a web log: A terrible need to be heard, and of being the Invisible Woman, and of being a loner, having alienated all my friends, who do dinner parties, share, and chat as a way of life. So what I have now, for the time being, is a Blog and an online bridge game on Microsoft's Zone. If two people read my Blog, I am content. If bridge players don't fly off the table when my name comes up, I settle in, happy, and start over-bidding along with the men.
Next stop, reading the new Virtual Occuquan. Then, about 2 P.M., the sofa and the Gary Hart interview.
