Mud-Brain

I need to write something witty for my blog, but I’m too damned tired. Brain feels like it’s drowning in river muck…slow and sticky and hard to get rid of. The more you rub it the worse it gets. Has President Bush or H. Clinton or B. Obama done anything stupid today? Sold out some group or another, sucked the ass-end of the defense industry in search of campaign cash? I’d like to see a good, old fashioned fist fight in the United States Senate chamber, the kind of fight you often see in Korea or Taiwan, where elected officials go ape-shit and beat each other senseless. I’d like to see John McCain and Hilary Clinton in a fist fight. That’s a fair fight, don’t you think? Hil’s had Bill by the scrotum for years. You think she’s a pushover? Or Teddy Kennedy duking it out with Trent Lott. Everybody enjoys watching old, wealthy, white, overweight, tight-assed lawyers fight like street dogs. It helps the rest of us remember that the fuckers are no better than we are. We’re all losers, if you think about it deeply enough. We’re born, and we croak, only we don’t know when it will happen, and some of us think we can prevent it and live forever…we take vitamins and guzzle green tea…we visit ancient temples and run our fingers across sacred objects…we pray to icons, to virgins, to volcanoes, to Billy-goats…

That’s what I mean by a tired, empty, mud-sloshed brain. It’s not sharp or quick; it’s cranky and petulant. Somewhere Tom Waits is laughing and beating on a garbage can with a table leg. This life is funny and twisted, especially when you get caught in this web or that rat hole. And none of it makes a bit of sense. It’s like fitting a grain of sand through the eye of a needle at the bottom of a toilet in Madagascar…Yes, that’s right and I dare you to deny it.

But what’s the cliché, “this too shall pass?” OK, when might that happen?