Week Three: Something about politics

And so it goes.

What else is there to say, really. Not like we haven't all been trying to say it, and won't continue to try until we're too sick of ourselves to keep going.

I just wrote this long thing about political journalism and erased it, because I'm still paranoid about expressing my opinions in print when I'm supposed to be An Objective Journalist -- a symptom of the problem, which is that I feel guilty for having opinions at all. I have to wonder if I want to be in the media in 2008, though. There's a reason we're supposed to be so cynical: It's too hard when you're not.

Isn't it funny how all the conversations we were having yesterday morning seem so impossibly quaint now? Like, remember when everyone talked about a 269-269 tie that would have to be decided by the House? Remember when JK went to that oyster place in his old yellow barn jacket? Remember exit polling? Oh, ha.

This struck a chord. Not that I officially approve the message or anything like that.