I can't say that I miss the self-imposed pressure of writing every day, but I do miss the occasional rant.
Most of my hiatus has been from the gloomy fact that my lack of a cheery take on the endgame seems to be in the process of occurring. What surprises me more and more is that the folks out there just don't seem to care one little bit.
But then I got started thinking, and, as this is a rare occurance, I thought that I would write down the results of such madness.
The reason that folks aren't talking about this much is that they are trying to figure out what the hell to do when the game that they are going to lose is over.
There you have it. You see, the real problem is not that we are going down. Folks know that and can figure out how to deal. What they can't deal with is the psychological beating they will give themselves finding out that they a a loser schmuck like the rest of the world.
The educational system and the parents of the last forty or so years have jammed into all the little heads that they are winners and wonderful people. They believe strongly that their opinion matters and that they deserve all the goodies that they have dreamed for themselves. Politicians and bosses have promised delivery of said goodies in order to shut them up and keep them going to the same boring job and voting in the same rigged elections.
Now the hard part for the little winners. Finding out that they are the schmucks. Their middle class bourgeois fantasies of golf, crafts, and pederasty are wilting in front of their eyes, and they are going through the painful moment in the game where they realize that their game plan has not worked and they are going to be handed their asses.
So, give them a little time. They have some catching up to do.