Were you to look around for my recent diary entries, you will find none. Why?
I blame President Obama.
They say you can blame anything and everything on a president, and in the Bush era that sure wasn't hard. I would often wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat having dreamt of having watched "Thirteen Days" starring the George Bush administration.
Strangely enough, I'm hoping my symptoms escalate into a permanent state of commentary malaise and I can concentrate more on other things, but I suspect that in the long term, that is unlikely.
It is a strange condition, to have been on guard most of my adult life, running for literal and figurative shelter, attempting to shield myself from a White House that for decades seems to have been run by some less than subtle Monty Python parody, only with real life consequences.
Enter Obama and his administration. Suddenly we are plunged into a fantasy world of reasoned decisions, careful consideration and compassion. Did I wake up in an alternative reality? Looking back through this Alice in Wonderland mirror, the Republican La-la Land world seems so absurd that it could not possibly have been real.
I relish the moment and I want it to last forever, suspended in some blissful paradise that will never come to an end, but I know my euphoria will be short lived. Already the forces of darkness gather in strength, ready to unleash their unspeakable evil upon the world again, but this time it will come from within.
During the tactical retreat that some liberals refer to as the Clinton Presidency, it must not be forgotten that the disastrous defeat of a national health bill was not brought about by Republicans. No, this deadly blow came from within. The Democrats had a majority in both House and Senate and it was these lick-spittle, lobbyist-loving worms who betrayed the nation for a handful of silver and who - rightfully so - lost their majority hold on government to an enraged populous.
The Obama administration would be wise to keep a hard, close eye on their Blue Dog Democrats, for it is from this sycophantic banker-loving quarter that the knife of betrayal is being forged.
And with that, my self-spun cocoon of euphoria vanishes in smoke; it's time to jump back through the mirror again.