A good friend of mine in college made up a sixties/seventies mix tape and title it "A Veritable Plethora". It is interesting because I feel the same way about blog topics - there are so many to choose from that I have a hard time figuring out where to go.
There's Abu Ghraib. Oh dear, what to say about that, which hasn't already been said, rehashed and said again. I found myself nearly on the verge of tears when I described to my wife the details from Seymour Hersh's first New Yorker article. As time goes on, it keeps getting worse and worse. Where will it all end, and will anyone have to take responsibility with more than hollow words?
There's the 9/11 Commission. What to make of this? What to make of the attempt to use Jamie Gorelick as the poster child for Democratic politicization of a supposedly non-partisan commission?
There's the economy. I have nothing but my gut to back me up, but I really think that the economic recovery is being felt only by those in the upper tier of the economy. The rise in the market is nothing to me as I have no money to invest. Other economic indicators mean nothing to me - I am worried only about my job and my ability to put food on the table and keep the family's prescriptions filled.
There's the overwhelming weirdness of the situation - with Abu Ghraib last week being all the news, what is all over my TV? The end of "Friends". Great show and all, but there's real life issues we as a nation have to deal with and there are fantasy television programs that bear no real meaning on the world we inhabit.
Oh yes, no lack of topics to talk about. But what to say? I am afraid that I have become so accustomed to shock and disgust at the various inanities and atrocities that make up America in 2004 that I've lost my voice to speak.