I begin this diary at 5:20 PM EDT on a Saturday, ergo, no obvious competition from the political news dumps. This writing is an exercise which can be panned, HR'd or slide down into the hole at the bottom of the recent diary list. My moderate longevity here gives me the arrogant credentials to be secure in the fact that I will not be "tuh tuhed" by Meteor Blades for wasting space.
Madness -- many of us have felt the edges of it personally -- and several have displayed it with extraordinary horror or hilarity on this site. Sometimes it appears in a simple diary or a meta diary or a GBCW diary. The general "we" here either are fearful or driven to hilarity at its display.
Because I am the only one who truly knows me other than any other Kosmaniac here, I've decided to examine my own dabbling in the field of disproportionate angst.
I have posted irrational rantings on this site against Joe Lieberman (most of which were legitimate), Hilary Clinton (a few of which were legitimate), Congress (99% were legitimate), President Obama (since they were specific and few, all of which I deem legitimate) and other Kossaks -- some of which I painfully regret. I have raved against family members and reflected on my insensitivity and ignorance of situational facts. I have posted anti-Catholic hierarchy diaries for which I will not apologize and most likely will repeat. Is it madness? Maybe.
In my examination of madness, I have only focussed on two types: positive/negative -- black and white. Desparation can lead any of us to a kind of positive madness if we can pull ourselves out if it. We can rail against those who risk our welfare and ultimately our lives. In the end, we -- meaning "I," must find lifelines and a way back to some kind of light.
Then there is the negative madness -- ugly -- angry -- like a festering gangrene which cannot be relieved by incision or medication. It is the kind of madness we can ridicule in Conservative blogs or within the Tea Party but it still grows like a lethal pustulance among some Progressives. I do believe there is a difference between a pustulance and a plague. I'm not ready to check my armpits for buboes for being a member of DKos.
Madness -- whatever that means to you -- can be exhilarating or devastating. It is your choice. Currently, I find madness as a means. I find it something quite beautiful, in fact: a vehicle to engage others in a debate or merely a thought process.
I don't expect anyone who has read this far to actually listen to the following aria -- but I have to say, Natalie Dessay's Ophelia is a hell of a lot more engaging in her madness than Shakespeare's Ophelia. I want to embrace this madness and stir a thousand to applaud me and for bringing them to their feet, hands pounding and thinking, "Hamlet, Republicans, Congress, Teabaggers, etc. are assholes."