Fausta, a longtime compatriot, just posted the following missive.
I am considering ceasing to blog on politics.
For eight years I have posted on serious issues taking place in our hemisphere that affect our everyday lives, and, to be honest, I’ve about had it. Every post on Latin America takes time researching sources from the country in Spanish, French or Portuguese, plus English-language reports. And what for? The American media and the American public would care more if the Iranians were making deals with Martians than they care if Hezbollah makes deals with the Zetas right in our own country.
The American politics posts draw more traffic but are clearly out of the mainstream of a coddled, self-absorbed electorate that thinks their vaginas, their abortions, and their welfare checks are more important than national security, chronic unemployment and respect for the Constitution.
Half the country doesn’t even pay federal income taxes. They do not value the effort of those of us who do.
The reelection of Obama ensures a weak economy, which in turn ensures that I will remain unemployed as a translator. At the same time, I have always been interested in literacy. Therefore, I’m considering blogging my Spanish-to-English translation work so it’s available for free for whoever may want to read it or not.
…And to hell with politics.
The Blogmistress General, Tabitha Hale, wrote back to Fausta with some words of wisdom:
Take a couple days. I called a friend last night and said I was done as well. It’s hard to figure out why we do it sometimes – I am still struggling with it. It’s a huge commitment, one that takes time and energy away from other things we love. For me, I realized that the truth was that I cared too much. I need to do this. I love the people, I love freedom and I love my country. Even if I quit tomorrow, I don’t think I could really quit. I wrote this in an email to another list this morning. Maybe it’ll help:
The Morning After
This is just one election. We will still fight. We have to.
Thanks for everything you do, Fausta. Whatever you decide, I hope you don’t disappear.
I responded as well.
Agreed. Give it a couple of weeks of contemplation. Write a work of fiction. Relax and try to decompress.
We still live in the greatest country on Earth.
Our forebears went through hell to create this great land. They risked everything: life, limb, property.
They knew that defeat was certain only with surrender.
“Give me liberty or give me death”?
Our ancestors’ sacrifices were too great and ours too meager to surrender.
Not now. Not ever.
Winter is coming.