On drawings and politics

Well, as this blog has apparently turned into "window into a mildly insane man's subconscious," I'm guessing my readership has once again dwindled.

But I enjoy making stupid pictures. Like, truly, deeply, enjoy it. Cause i start out making a few lines, and all of a sudden, it starts looking like something, and then, poof, something is there that wasn't there before! And somehow or another, as unskilled as I am, they come out reflecting some kind of something that I had inside me. It's kind of a miracle..the miracle of genital headed horses.

I know I'm supposed to be brimming with thoughts about American society and politics, but I just can't seem to scrape together any inspiration about those things lately. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's cause I don't even know how much I owe the government in student loans (let's just say it's more than I will earn in at least 1 year, probably two, at my first job, assuming I actually get one), and I'm projecting my own financial anxiety onto the whole country. But maybe it's cause we have a system that is so unresponsive, so hopelessly beholden to well-financed organized interests, so awash in infantile political jeremiads, that we are totally incapable of pro-actively dealing with the problems we face as a country. It used to be that a good crisis could jolt our incremental system into passing meaningful (though admittedly reactive) legislation. But we have just undergone two significant crises (the market meltdown and the gulf oil spill) without being able to marshal the public outcry into any kind of real, substantive change. Energy and climate are up next on the agenda...but my hopes for a cap and trade system being passed are low. Not only can we no longer make good, long-term, proactive policy...we can't even make good RE-active policy anymore!

So, I don't know...I go through periods like this where I just don't give a shit about politics. Weird, cause it's my job...probably an occupational hazard. I'd much rather draw random pictures of spider cowboys wrestling a mad scientist or something.

Or maybe it's just too damn hot to pay attention. I hate the heat...I want to be able to wear my hoodie, damnit! Not call forth the atmosphere from Venus into my crotch whenever i go out to get the mail. Air conditioning...if you were a god, I would worship you.