Maybe. The last two days may be summarised thus:
Depression (to the occasional bouts of which I’m no
stranger) + Resurgence of fatigue symptoms = feeling like shite.
I’ve been riding it with a combination of observation and
the doing of simple mechanical things like housework, shopping and gardening
(oh, and a two hour editing session with Mel on her first short story.) All of
which is, I’m sure, a lot healthier than swallowing chemical medicaments.
So, a quick post on The Presidential Debate. I could ramble
on, but it would be turgid and I’m still not quite in the mood to be turgid, so
have a bulleted list instead:
- I hate formal debates on principle. They’re all about cleverness and miss too much of what’s really important. Nevertheless…
- Romney looked like something somebody’s just taken out of a box and wound up. I have noticed that rich Americans are in awe of the Barbie Doll look, and that’s the problem. It appears to validate that old (and somewhat pejorative – sorry) maxim about having gone from barbarism to decadence without an intervening period of civilisation. I would find it quite impossible to take such a person seriously.
- Wise people are prone to hesitating. Only the merely clever or well coached are sure of themselves and their opinions at all times. It’s why they tend to be blinkered in their outlook.
- Economics is not an exact science; it contains many divergent opinions and can be approached from different angles dependent on perceived priorities. Mr Romney is a very rich man, and very rich people tend to have very rich friends. However he tries to make his priorities appear, you may rest assured that his friends will be well taken care of. And he’s already admitted writing off 47% of Americans anyway. Apparently, he regards them as being so far beneath him that he’s justified in saying as much publicly (although not to the public, of course.)
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