póllәtiks

pol-i-tics (noun) [póllәtiks]


1. Activities associated with government

the theory and practice of government, especially the activities associated with governing, with obtaining legislative or executive power, or with forming and running organizations connected with government

(takes a singular verb)

Encarta Dictionary from Microsoft Word 2010

Does that mean that the correct use of the word in this context would be "Politics sucks?"  Sounds wrong but yet so right on so many levels.
I am tired of trying to find kind and gentle ways to explain my stance when it does not align with friends.  They make comments or post on Facebook and I feel like I need to defend what I believe.  However, 1) I wonder if anything registers after I say I disagree, and 2) Does anyone really care?  I scour the internet for articles that may support my views.  Sometimes I have to reassess previous conclusions as I find information that is new to me.  But I try to be knowledgeable. I try not to step on the toes of people with whom I may disagree.  I sound pathetic.  Maybe I should just take forums like Facebook and TV news for what they are: unintentional or even purposeful expressions meant to boil important beliefs down to sound bites or talking points.
To hell with all of it.

Politics=Rabbit Pellets

As the political quagmire deepens during this punishing election season, I notice more and more often that my neighbors are raising rabbits.  (the rabbit thing--borrowed directly from my daughter Colleen)

Don't Waste the Fuzz

There is all of this fuzz caught in the filter of the dryer.  Maybe I could use it to stuff pillows.  Maybe I could somehow spin it into yarn.  It seems such a waste to throw it out or let it burn in the dryer vent.  Stuffing seems to be the solution.  Now, what to do with the ubiquitous cat fur--maybe felting?

A Little Hazy but Happy

It is almost 3 a.m.  I can't quite force myself to go to bed.  There is something going on--something in my head or maybe something emotional.  There is the urge to hit myself on the back of my skull to see if I can get it into my conscious realm.  In the meantime, I loved today for its 90 degree high, so much better than the 100+ that has plagued St. Louis for much of the summer.  I am proud of my son participating in his 1st triathalon and finishing.  I am happy that my daughters are not like some of my aquaintances' children who would just not fit in a family like ours.  They would not be interesting enough to hold their own.  I like my family, my children, the way each is unique but with undercurrents that make them a fascinating unit.  Some might say I am lucky.  Others would say I am blessed.  I am just happy things have turned out the way they have.