So here I was, all ready to dive into a political blog when my entire body, quite abruptly, decided it wasn't in the mood for my shit ANY more. My arrhythmia, which isn't caused by stress, yet is aggravated by it, went crazy. It went craziest when I felt myself ramping up for a political fight. I mean CRAZY craziest. Volleys, salvos, honest-to-Christ, full-on automatic weapons fire. Crazy. My hypocrite sister, the IRA-loving Palestinian hater, posted some crappy, transparent bit of bullshit about oh, so noble Israel on Facebook and my heart literally TWISTED in my chest. The only thing worse than a stupid, wrong-headed, ignorant position is a stupid, wrong-headed, ignorant position put forth as nothing more than a jab. Yeah, that's the kicker--when the politics being spat out are borne of pettiness and a love of causing grief rather than any actual understanding or thought. And that was it--I was done. I removed her from my friends list, took my whole game, ball, bat, AND mitt, and moved it all over to another account. One where I don't have to worry about the games, the meanness, the possibility (probability?) of grief or drama.
That doesn't save me, though. Because, though she's better able to slide a dagger of spite between my ribs, fact is, politics in general kill me anymore. It's not just my poor, twisting, twitching heart. It's my blood pressure, it's my newly diagnosed diabetes. It's those things, and how they react when I argue nuclear power with money-grubbing nuke fans, or when I find myself battling against folks who sexualize breastfeeding or claim that children emulating nursing grow up to be sexually precocious (pregnant at 12!). I can feel my blood pressure leaping skyward when the nards start raving about the evil Muslims taking over America or the evilness of universal health care. And I just don't know. I just don't know if I have it in me. I've actually gone on something of a news strike, blocking most of my news feeds because I just can't handle seeing how many Palestinians were murdered today (remember--1 Israeli is worth a hundred Palestinians, at least that's how it appears, judging by the body count), yet didn't make the mainstream media. I can't deal with even one more idiot politician suggesting (with a hand full of lobbyist cash) that we start building nuke plants in UTAH, which is not only seismically active, it's also a DESERT.
So I'm trying to swear it all off. Which may spell the end of my baby political blog. Dang it.
