Sorry for having an opinion

I've been avoiding news in general, and political news in particular, for months now. Not because it's boring, because it's painful. And depressing. I promise I would pay closer attention if I thought anything could be done to improve matters. I no longer believe that crap's gonna happen—not in our lifetimes.

So there's no real reason I should even have an opinion on the Condi Rice confirmation hearings, although my ignorant news-repelling carcass does have one. And it turns out to be the same opinion held by Mary Forrest at Monoblog, who states her case better than I ever could:

I was driving home this afternoon and heard excerpts from Condoleezza Rice's confirmation hearing, and it was one of those moments when I wanted to phone someone and yammer in their ear about how retarded the world is, but I also didn't want to stop listening to the broadcast. So I just ended up jotting down my little notes in my little notebook whenever I was stopped at a red light and occasionally while I was actually moving down the road. No one was injured, but if someone had been, I'd have blamed Condoleezza Rice. And I'd have been the only one in the world, apparently, who holds her accountable for anything she has ever done—for any sort of wrongdoing.

I can't think of a sound reason to watch the Bush coronation on TV tomorrow. When we studied the beginning of the Age of Enlightenment in school, I never thought I'd live to see the end of it. All Bush's supporters must be breathing a sigh of relief right now. "Thank goodness that's over," they're thinking. "That reason and logic crap nearly caught on."