It appears that it has been over a year since I last posted on this blog.

I can’t, and won’t, apologize for that. The blog exists as my personal sanity check, and any postings here are really just for my benefit: either to vent or to otherwise maintain my own personal mental health. Not that there haven’t been some problems in that area in the last year.

Politics continues to drive me crazy. I can’t even begin to enumerate the issues of the last twelve months that reinforce my belief that this is the most corrupt administration in our nation’s history. If nothing else, the use of the Justice Department to suppress votes and support pro-Bush candidates has got to be one of the biggest subversions of our nation’s basic tenets in the 230 year history of our existence.

In the past few months I’ve found myself looking forward to a week at scout camp as never before. Usually, this does not seem like much of a vacation — taking care of other peoples’ children for a week. Given my frustration and problems at work recently though, I was truly looking forward to this as a time not only away, but a chance at self-validation.

Camp was to have been this last week. It started well, but was abruptly shut down early Thursday when the camp was hit with an attack of a norovirus. This was a repeat of the previous week, and the decision was made to shut down immediately and send all the troops home. No one in my unit got sick (we may have been the only one – a testament to how we enforced hand washing), and I was tempted to tell the camp director I couldn’t leave because my mommy couldn’t come get me. Of course I left, though, feeling completely frustrated not only over my time lost, but more importantly the disappointment for my scouts who did not get a chance to complete the programs with which they were involved.

My sons who were on staff did not get the chance to leave. They worked doubly hard, spraying the entire (and I mean entire) camp down with bleach solution, down to and including the sand at the volleyball court.

I honestly don’t know what to look forward to now. I will go back to work after the 4th, and will continue to feel frustrated, inadequate, and futile. The best I can hope for is that this will only last thirteen more years, until I can retire.

Oh well. At least I can continue to watch the GOP become an increasingly bizarre parody of itself, as it abandons its once reasonable position in our political discourse.

This from
The General. I’ve had it printed on postcards and a travel mug: