Ferguson, Rick Perry, the Iraq crisis -- there's so much to continue bashing the other America about. But it's been a long time since I published Freedom Camp, when the right wing was ascendant, and the Bush Administration was so scary people like me wrote online under pseudonyms (not that it mattered much.) I'm not interested in being another Roy Edroso or Glenn Greenwald. My grandmother's COINTELPRO-worthy history and my own Bush-era activism have gotten me in enough trouble. I still never know when I'll be George Winston-ed out of the blue, or when I'll be able to finally put to rest Orwell references (I find them so tired these days.) I do know I'm sick to death of thrashing right-wingers, most of whom I don't think of as hateful (as my friend Ruth said of her Arkansas kin -- they're not bad or malicious, they just know what they know, and no matter what they say, they, like the rest of us, take people case-by-case as they come. They're not cretins, but rather often just fine people who are products of their time and place, and who don't know any better. Certainly, they mean well. I believe this.) In fact, I never want to get in a flame war with DailyKos or About.com trolls again. I'd even go so far as to say I somewhat regret how sharp-tongued I was with many Bush supporters during those years; too bad I can't take back some of the x-acto-fine lashings I doled out back then. These days I am a devout Shin Buddhist, and will do my damnedest to say and think only beautiful things. I'd even go so far as to say I'd love to meet former President Bush; he seems like a very personable guy with lots of good in him.
I guess you could say I "cowarded" out of the partisan war that the left and center-left seem to be winning these days. I'd much rather outlive my mother after she passes on of old age and natural causes, than be felled by a letter bomb or a Red State dead-ender's made-good-on death threats.
Hence "The Hollow Man." Occasionally harrowing, and every once in a while too close to the bone -- it is nevertheless an expression of the best of my writing abilities. I've noticed it speaks to many more thousands of people than Freedom Camp ever did, it exceeds the previous blog in maturity and entertainment value, and it seems to be far more effective a bully pulpit for forwarding my agenda than some snarky, me-too post on a political message board.
(P.S. Isn't it awkward noticing the CIA when they operate domestically?)
(P.P.S. Tangential to the previous post-script, a big thumbs up to San Francisco Police Department's handling of a found bomb a couple of months ago. Completely the opposite of what we'd expect from many East Coast authorities (see the Boston Marathon Bombing -- granted, that one went off, but still...))