The Undiscovered Country

Done

I'm taking a vacation. A long one. Say after December 31, 2008. Of all the election years I've endured, this is the worst. It's not so much the passion of others screaming the righteousness of their cause, but trying to explain my point of view on many issues that happens to differ. 90% of the time, it falls on deaf ears.

I feel like the insane person who hasn't bathed in five years holding a cardboard sign that reads, "The End Is Near." While my expressions aren't nearly so dismal, I feel like I'm making that kind of impact. All my words not only fail to convince, but are laughed off as either crazy or misinformed.

Instead of blood spewing out of my ears due to high blood pressure, I'm waving goodbye. I'm tired of wasting my time and energy.

Maybe I'll talk about cheese. Cheese isn't a politically incorrect or divisive subject is it?