It’s not the one I thought I’d be giving.
Skipping the gory details, it’s become clear to me that I must step away from political writing for the foreseeable future. It’s causing problems in areas that need to not be problems, and I’ve had enough.
It’s not that I am any less firmly committed to my beliefs. If anything, I am more determined than ever to sound the call for a return to Constitutional fundamentalism. However, in addition to personal reasons for dropping out, my present approach simply isn’t working for me and I refuse to minister from an empty well.
I’ve met some beautiful inside and out people over the past few years of pursuing a niche as a political writer. I’ve also met some decidedly less than beautiful people. Which happens in all areas and walks of life. This duly noted, the level of vitriol hurled by many against people on the same side as they has left a decidedly sour taste in my mouth, and I no longer wish to be associated with these people nor associate with them.
I’ve had my fill of drama queens, of both genders, perpetually playing the victim whenever someone treats them with the same level of contempt with which they treat others. I’ve reached my tolerance limit for cliques and living clichés, the self-appointed saviors giggling among themselves at whichever schmoozefest is the location for this weekend’s drinking binge disguised as a political gathering.
I don’t fit in with these people. My fault. I admit it. Too non-deferential; too stubborn in clinging to the blogging evangel stating one should never become what one professes to oppose. Hey, I get it. I know how the game is played. Sit at the assorted masters feet and gratefully lap up any crumbs falling from their table, piled high with the rewards and awards they give to one another. Wait for one to falter and pray you have positioned yourself properly to swoop upward and take their seat. Well, I really suck at the game. I admit this as well.
I’m tired of the game. I’m not playing any more.
I’m going back to my little NASCAR blog where I had fun and was funny. Going forward I’m taking care of myself. I’m going back to where I made dear friends and touched people the right way.
I harbor no illusions, or for that matter delusions, that the political social media world will note my departure and even those who do will lament my absence for more than a few seconds before getting back to their business. Which is okay. I gave it my all and did my best. I didn’t fit. It didn’t work. No hard feelings. You do your thing; I do mine. Everyone is happy.
That’s all. I’ll leave this blog up; maybe do the occasional post about music or spiritual matters. But no more politics. I’m done.
Thank you and good night.