As a former supporter of change I thought I could believe in, I was asked if I would be watching television January 27 around 9-ish. Well, the Honeymooners isn't on, neither is Ernie Kovacs. So...
Thinking about it for a few, I decided there may be other options instead of viewing. No, not the fools on Fox who probably would rebroadcast 2004 and 2008 Republican primary debates, rather, things that might just be more pertinent. Down to what's left of a full gallon of high expectations from last SOTU this last ounce of frozen hope is melting in the dark.
So I found a few things that appeal more to me than watching or listening to cliches, anecdotes, fluff, good - and bad intentions, embellishments, exaggerations, empty promises, placations, duplicity. More than watching or listening to veiled or overt threats, disaster stories, excuses, blame, posturing, intimidation, pleas or outright lies.
All of that made my decision for me. I plan on clipping an irritating toenail; watching that last bit of snow in my front yard melt; finishing "War and Peace" (are there many chapters after number 5?).
The love affair is over, MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark, and I don't think that I can take it...anymore.
With more than a little poetic license...
In case that's too exciting...
Besides, I can always catch the reruns on the History Channel in 2013...watching while standing in front of a window before I return to my spacious container in what's becoming a crowded alley.
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