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May 14, 2006

Nothing to Write About

I realize that it's been a while since I've contributed anything to this site. It's just that I felt there was nothing worthwile for me to write about.
It's probably not a good sign when a writer claims that they don't have anything to write about: There is ALWAYS something to write about. One only has to open up a newspaper, turn on the daily or nightly news to be bombarded with the endless chaos that makes headlines these days: people being shocked to death simply walking down the street, the insurmountable quagmire growing in Iraq and the havoc it's wreaking at home and abroad. The revolving door in the Oval Office, gay marraige, immigration, disruption, corruption-it's just too much! There's so much to say, but then again, there is nothing to say. Everyone is saying the same thing-idealogues on both the left and the right despise this administration's policies,which threaten to weaken the fabric that holds this nation together-that fabric being our constitution.
Recently, I was flipping through the newspaper, and I came across an article near the end of the paper. Had I not been particularly bored,and spending more time than usual actually reading the paper instead of browsing the headlines, I would have skipped right over the tiny little article about the recent Supreme Court decision discouraging "Whistleblowers" from speaking out against employers. Consitutional protection of free speach only applies to citizens speaking as citizens and not on behalf of their official duties. This now gives employers the right to retaliate against employees who speak out against employer's violations. According to Justice John Paul Stevens, "The notion that there is a categorical difference between speaking as a citizen and speaking in the course of one’s employment is quite wrong.”
This is an outrage! Not to mention a setback for the labor movement. The more I read about the disintegration of this nation, and the flagrant disregard of the Constitution, the more it depresses me. Does it even make sense to have an oppinion anymore?
I'm yelling fire in a crowded theater, even with the threat of imminent danger close by, too many of us would rather sit in the theater, and enjoy our movie. Myself included.
Our priorities in this country are all wrong. The Brangelina baby receives more attention then the crisis in government. The world around me is crumbling, and all I can do is blog about it. To be quite honest, I find myself redundant.

I don't remember the date of my last entry-and I didn't even bother to look. I feel guilty enough as it is about taking so long to create an entry that I didn't want to give myself another reason to procrastinate by trying to come up with some clever link between my last entry and this one. So I don't remember what I last spoke about, or what state of mind I was in, and I guess it's irrelevant. I suppose what's happened, is that I've lost my muse.

I'm in love, I've got a great job, and now I have cable. It's not that I don't have anything to complain about, it's just that I've reverted back to keeping my thoughts to myself, or venting to my boyfriend rather than writing about it. It's nicer to have my boyfriend comfort me, and tell me that everything's gonna be o.k. I believe him-he, unlike the government, has never let me down before.

I find that these days I've been experiencing a severe case of catatonia. I've become apathetic to the things that would usually provoke a late night blogging. I'm just so dag on tired of everything! I'm tired of talking about the obnoxious, smelly, loud, racist, ignorant, people that I encounter every day on the overcrowded subway, in this over-crowded city. I realize that they're probably not going to change, and neither am I. Some things are just the way they are. I'm also tired of the empty rhetoric, and unnecessary banter that is the news these days. There is a manipulation of information occuring in the media these days which preys on the hopes and fears of a population who know more about the contestants on American idol then candidates running for office, or the fact that our civil liberties are being eroded, little by little; day by day. They're not interested in what this administration is doing behind their backs-or in this case right under their noses.

Attention America: I've decided to jump right onto the brainwashing bandwagon. I'd rather watch re-runs of Good Times on TV land as a commentary on African American life-30 years later and African Americans are still "keepin' our heads above water...and still able to find the humor in it, then spend hours worrying about the reality of political setbacks for people of color. I'd rather watch 24, or Commander in Chief for an understanding of the American political system-at least these shows about the administration are far more forthcoming then our real one.

I've become increasingly depressed by the fact that by the time I can afford to buy a house, get married, settle down and have kids-it'll be time for me to retire, but by the time I can afford to retire, and collect my social security (if it still exists by then) I'll be about 90. But perhaps by that time they'll be some new vaccine, or drug advertised that will be able to impregnate women without need of ovaries or a menstrual cycle.

Well, would you look at that-turns out I do have something to write about after all. Excuse me a moment while I turn on my computer, I need to get writing before I lose the urge. I think I'll fix myself a cocktail in the meantime.

My computer's booted up, I've fixed myself a gin martini (shaken not stirred) and I stretch my fingers over the keyboard and get ready to unleash my fury on the world. As soon as I get ready to strike my first key, something stops me in my tracks. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a the green light flashing; it's the cable box, alerting me that it's 7:00 pm. Abort mission- King of Queens is on. (I have a jones for Kevin James and I'm not ashamed of it...anymore.) There's something cathartic for me about this show about a chubby working class guy from Queens who has a gorgeous wife, a black Best friend, and a nutty father-in-law living in the basement.

I can relate: I'm a working class black chick with a gorgeous boyfriend, trying to make it. I'm living in a basement apartment with a nutty relative, and I have several good friends who are white. Contrary to popular oppinion, it is possible to sustain a relationship with someone of an opposite race without making race, politics or class an issue. Also contrary to popular belief, King of Queens is fine entertainment! Reality television at it's best! It's life and it's funny! (Doug and Deacon do the best Al Kramden and Ed Norton impression I've ever seen!) So I turn off my computer, lay back in the couch and relax-I'll unleash the fury another time. Probably fafter the gubernatorial elections-Until then my friends, I hope you will forgive me for abandoning the real world for a while.

Posted by renee at 2:45 PM | Comments (1)