End, Not With a Bang, but With a Whimper.

Thanks to T.S. Eliot for the point of depature. Yes, I have been neglectful, but it is that time of year, when we drag our tired, weary bodies to the finish line of yet another year on this rock called Planet Earth, and hope we make it to the new year (yea!) It just occurred to me that New Year's Celebrations are like the first taste of spring, even if the worst of winter may be yet to come.

Anyway, today I was just going to toss up a quickie; some musing that just came to mind. But first the set-up. I think politics are an inherently sleazy, gutter pursuit (trust me, I know of what I speak, as I have been a lobbyist!) And I think that politics can be more vulgar than raunchy porn. Following that idea, it occurred to me that the most extreme forms of displays of patriotism are also on a level with raunchy porn.

Within reason, it is a healthy enough thing, but when done excessively, patriotism is every bit as cheap, exploitative, seedy, shameless, gratititious, graphic, mind-alteringly addictive, baser-passion-driven, narrow-minded, unartful, sordid, trashy, dehumanizing, disrespectful, egotistical, violent-minded, hate-driven, and lastly, BORING, as bad porn.

That is it for now.