Uninterrupted, energy stays in motion until it atrophies. Zeal is a form of energy. Controlled, it can be productive. Unrestrained, it can be dangerous. It's Pollyannaish to believe political fervor magically abates after ballots are counted. That's as irresponsible as it is asinine. That said:
• I object to political rhetoric. I'm sure millions of us grew damn tired of it during the presidential campaign.
• I object to efforts purposely designed to jack me about. I think they are supreme insults.
• I object to self-serving agendas crafted to whip me into passionate frenzy. I can do that just fine by myself.
• I object to facial expressions and body language calculated to accentuate sincerity. I think of them as malicious emoticons.
• I object to entertainment news. I dislike ego driven publicity leeches - so called news anchors and the so called authorities they interview.
• I object to biased reporting. Good luck to me finding some that isn't.
• I object to guinea pig programming. Guinea pigs begin copulating 6 hours after giving birth and I don't like being similarly f***ed over post-election.
• I object to drama. I don't enjoy wallowing in it when it's got substance and I really dislike having it force fed it when it's vapid.
I'm simple ... say what you mean and mean what you say. I do not like sly or hard sell tactics. I am not a pawn. I do not like the assumption that I'm a manipulatable commodity. I do not like to be told what to think anymore than I like being told someone knows what I am thinking.
I'm tired of the pitiful and the bullies. I have no attention synapses left for hucksters, pontificators, buffoons, commentators, analysts, sociopaths, wannabes, has beens, fanatics, maniacs, disciples, gurus, reporters, soothsayers, super heroes, fact police or pundits of any ilk.
Not that they care, but I'm not listening. I believe the sun will rise tomorrow and I'm taking back my harmony.
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