I'm going to continue to work on getting rid of Strauss.
Maybe it isn't, but I view despair as a sin, and try not to give up.
Let me put it a different way. For me, it has been a learning process to pace myself. I mean the days of responding with instantaneous gullibility over some show down or another are so over.
To believe that by midnight on a certain night that gay marriage would be blocked in the state of TEXAS would be a thrill, right? No. Because I know Joe Strauss. (Not personally, but you know who runs the legislation in Austin.)
Or, how about this one. The senate holds off Obama in the cloture vote, reportedly because the Democrats refused the full package that McConnell ties into that vote. I should be thrilled, right? No. Because I know who will cave. And, sure enough, McConnell caves. Within 24 hours. (Spit)
Go through enough of these thrill inducing moments that come to nothing or blow up probably 80% of the time, and you learn to pace the output of your glee manifold.
I like the real deal. I like outcomes. I wait for the real deal in the outcome. Then I am thrilled as punch.