Madison's interminable psycho-political inquisition

Been hanging out on the outskirts of Madison - lots of coffee, lots of stops at PDQ stores, abandoned parking lots - great bike paths that cut a swath through lonely wood lots, especially at night. Meadow and marshland, even a few decent-size hills. You can see where the great glaciers stopped, 11, 10 thousand years ago. PDQ has coffee that's even better than several considerably-more-expensive coffee houses on ever-more exorbitant State St. Going Downtown has all the charm in store for me as visiting an assembly plant that churns out Humanoid Androids. Damn straight: I'm intensely enjoying going back to some of the flagrantly apolitical activities that made me feel alive in former years - studying foreign languages, painting and drawing. Made me feel GOOD - quite unlike immersing myself in "to-the-death arguments" regarding geo-political considerations, War in Gaza or Iraq, US domestic policy, and all that other cursed domain that turns ones intellectual life into a F_cking emotional sewer. Particularly as an influential minority of the people on one's own side are worthy of contempt at best! That's just Human Nature at work - it's my own damn fault if I've romanticized what SOME people, including those "in my camp," are really LIKE. "ALLES KLAR, Herr Kommisar!" Can't bring myself to play music, at least not yet. But this hanging at the periphery has been a big boost for my morale - vastly superior to another goddamn lecture by some figure I don't care HOW damn lauded he or she is by the Madison cognoscenti. I reiterate - I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. For the first time in years, I feel some relief from those Madison Elites who populate the Left side of the dial. Don't take it personally, you individual leftists; most of the rank and file are actually exceptionally DECENT Folk. Those of you not actively promulgating Madison's interminable psychopolitical inquisition get all the free passes you could ever desire. It's the Commissars, the Arbiters of liberal public sensibility, that annoy me so. Up to a few weeks, month, years ago I was "of them," in the sense I thought I bore them some allegiance or affinity. Not so, never again, but then I only refer to the Higher-ups in the pecking order. I have moved on; my favorite people are now (always have been in fact!) the typically "apolitical" blue collar residents of the urban outskirts or inner suburbs. They don't try to slay me with "Veganism!" They are a joy to behold, a sight for sore eyes, something wondrously different to listen to! We've enjoyed many meat-intensive dinners together! Now I KNOW Familiarity Breeds Contempt, and I could surely write a lot more vicious critique than this declaration. This is just a basic acknowledgment that I HATE "THE MADISON ISTHMUS POLITICAL CULTURE," to the extent that it rises to that level. It's true this place encompasses me geographically and historically. I will not sit in some damn UW lecture hall again. EVER. Maybe it's not the Elite's fault - they're no doubt suffering the slings and arrows of political futility - and I sympathize - I'll always be a leftist, even if can't stand so many of the local left's cultural attributes. That I can't help; I'm not an IDIOT. I could never become a right-winger. But certain Madison Elites high-up in the "Progressive" order often evince a level of arrogance that could make a green monkey blanch. There are far better alternatives, in human terms. One especially outstanding abandoned feed mill over on the East Side - everybody loves that spot, even the artisti who wanted to make of it an "Arts Incubator." In all fairness, the building will have to be renovated soon, or turned directly over to the youth who tag it in glorious profusion of spray-paint. Bestowed totally into the custody of those youth who care enough to decorate it. That WOULD be best, but the sickening, yuppie-beholden, busy-body, cop-calling Neighborhood Organization would piss beet red if that ever happened. Still, good luck to the YOUTH, they're gonna need it, inheriting this fracked up world. And what the F-ck, I'll just say it; I strongly believe in the Second Amendment - within the bounds of reason, of course. So, as a group, I really don't give a rat's ass what Vegans think. You Isthmus-Veggie-fanatikos can put your sacrosanct Veganism where the F-cking sun don't shine. (The scapegoating of those unfortunate vegans, is of course, a semi-humorous parody. But when the "bastards" insist on defining a person based on stuff he said, she said.... it all becomes so superficial, so inadequate as an indicator of the WHOLE Human being, whichever way he or she is seeking to change, to bust out of all that damn claptrap from before. I'm not drunk, I'm just writing as if I were, ahem.)