Sporadic posting is the hallmark of a fulfilled life

Actually, the title of this post is bullshit. In fact, I am not posting because I cannot seem to get my shit together. It should have been prime time for me. A Canadian election, a US election, a few byelections here, and the fact that the world economy is swirling around the last few times before hitting the septic tank. I should be in my glory. I should be pontificating and punditing until I get callouses on the "shift" places on my fingertips. I should be able to alternate between masturbating to porn and the latest wingnuttery from the religious right. I should be in ecstasy all the time with the fodder that is thrown our way.

But alas, it does not work that way, I'm afraid. And so to the few subscribers that I had and lost, and to the few who elected to hang onto me for a while, I apologise. I'm going to get my shit together and rail against the universe at least four times a week, now, and look towards posting daily once again.

The problem is this: As gratifying as it is to point out just how ludicrous a person's point of view is on my blog, it isn't actually accomplishing anything. Aside from an occasional troll who's only here to get confirmation that us moonbats are in fact batty, there are few people who ever read this blog, I suspect, who thought my opinions differed greatly from theirs. And while it's nice to have your prejudices confirmed, it's not a particularly useful exercise.

And I couldn't shake the feeling that I simply wasn't doing enough. Despite the fact that the world is getting worse daily, I am powerless to really stop it. And blogging was enabling me to not do anything. I was able to convince myself that I was doing at least something, but blah blah blah. This is all self-justifying bullshit.

I'm depressed. Things are bad, and are about to get worse. I'm one of those guys who loses motivation when depressed. I'm scaterbrained. My shrink thinks I'm ADD, and always have been. It's possible, but now I have to deal with the fact that I'm liable to be medicated my whole life. There are philosophical reasons to avoid it: I honestly believe that ADD is a suitable adaptation to trying to keep track of information in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. When you're a smart guy (as I fancy I am), the amount of knowledge you need to be able to marshal is staggering. So ADD is a suitable compensation. As for the depression, if you're not depressed, it's because you're not paying attention.

So I'm back, anyway, if only because I've started spouting crazy theories again, and it'll be good to be able to record them. I've also started writing some of this shit down again. the two previous posts were on my facebook profile before they arrived here. They were studiously avoided by my friends. I plan on getting increasingly crackpotty over there, just as an experiment. How much will my more marginal friends tolerate? Enquiring minds want to know.

So I'm back, for what it's worth. I've missed this. And I've missed you, loyal reader, if in fact you're still there.

Stay tuned for crazy Obama theories and recommendations, and further commentary on the bigotry of the world at large!