INTERESTING TIMES

I haven't much to say tonight. I'm certainly glad DeLay is in the dustbin of legislative history, but I'm not at all certain that we've seen or heard the last of him. I'm worried about POTUS having his sights trained on Iran. They would be a formidable foe. I read yesterday that they are equipped with Mach 2 cruise missiles that are at present impossible to defend against, with a range of 100 miles or so--enough to vaporize anthing in the Persian Gulf (aptly named under the circumstances, I think). I can't shake this feeling of 'impending doom', as Charlie Brown used to say (I believe). Three more years of that fascist POTUS and his venomous snakepit of advisors. Three more years, at least, of slaughter in Iraq and Afghanistan. I wish I had the answer. Getting angry doesn't do any good by itself. Being depressed about it doesn't seem to matter, either. Obsessively clicking around the blogosphere is fruitless, if eminently edifying. I have enough energy (almost) to be engaged, but not enough, it appears, to be effective. Guess I'll just hope that the interesting times we live in are not really the curse I think them to be, and that there'll be lessons learned and slates wiped clean and heroic speeches and even more heroic deeds. All I really have is hope. And that's not such a bad thing.