Blogging on Huffington Post, the only guy who's maybe more neurotic than me, Larry David, admits that dealing with this election cycle is like "waiting for the results of a biopsy" except worse, because "if the biopsy comes back positive, there's still a potential cure"…
The one concession I've made to maintain some form of sanity is that I've taken to censoring my news, just like the old Soviet Union. The citizenry (me) only gets to read and listen to what I deem appropriate for its health and well-being.
Sure, there are times when the system breaks down. Michele Bachmann got through my radar this week, right before bedtime. That's not supposed to happen. That was a lapse in security, and I've had to make some adjustments.
The debates were particularly challenging for me to monitor. First I tried running in and out of the room so I would only hear my guy. This worked until I knocked over a tray of hors d'oeuvres. "Sit down or get out!" my host demanded. "Okay," I said, and took a seat, but I was more fidgety than a ten-year-old at temple. I just couldn't watch without saying anything, and my running commentary, which mostly consisted of "Shut up, you prick!" or "You're a fucking liar!!!" or "Go to hell, you cocksucker!" was way too distracting for the attendees, and finally I was asked to leave.
He should try liveblogging his vitriol. Or massive alcohol intake.
Either, I find to be very therapeautic.
Tags: Barack Obama, Debates, John McCain, Larry David