{"id":2524,"date":"2008-10-14T19:19:22","date_gmt":"2008-10-15T00:19:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/?p=2524"},"modified":"2008-10-14T19:19:54","modified_gmt":"2008-10-15T00:19:54","slug":"the-sickness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/2008\/10\/14\/the-sickness\/","title":{"rendered":"the sickness&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p align=\"justify\">I suppose you could call it cowardice. In World War I, a number of men who got shaky in battle and couldn&#8217;t\/wouldn&#8217;t fight were executed by firing squads. Today, we would call it P.T.S.D. [Post Traumatic Stress Disorder]. Before the 2004 Election, I went on a three week &quot;news restriction.&quot; Then I watched the Election Night returns, frequently leaving the room. After that night, I got clinically depressed for the first known time in my life, and ended up starting this blog. In 2006, I went camping on a mountain-top in a fog bank on Election Night. My wife huddled in the camper with a small television and earphones while I sat outside and watched the fire burn out. This year, I&#8217;ve moved in and out of the room during the debates. It definitely feels like a sickness.<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">So, this Friday, I&#8217;m flying to San Diego and getting on a cruise ship to explore the western coast of Mexico. I&#8217;m going with friends, but I worry that the kind of people who go on cruises will be Republicans [all of whom are getting angrier and angrier as time progresses and the polls look like they do right now]. I definitely don&#8217;t want to talk about it. I&#8217;ll get back a couple of days before the Election. My plans for Election Night aren&#8217;t firm, but I&#8217;m going to try to sit in the room with the television set on and get through it. After all, I&#8217;m a grown-up now. Watching the returns is a responsibility. And, of course, I&#8217;ve already voted [if pirates capture my cruise ship, I still want my vote to be counted].<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">Maybe it started with Ronald Reagan&#8217;s election. I liked, and still like, Jimmy Carter. I was proud he was from my State and that he was honest. I didn&#8217;t think he was a bad President, but wasn&#8217;t surprised that he lost. What surprised me was the venom that some of my friends had for him, still have even today. It was the first time I saw the kind of contempt that we&#8217;ve become used to in the era of Karl Rove &#8211; the kind of hatred we are hearing yelled out in McCain and Palin rallies. I sometimes think that&#8217;s where it started, my Election Night Phobia.<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">But that&#8217;s not really right, because I didn&#8217;t have it in 2000. I wasn&#8217;t in love with Al Gore. He was okay, but I was kind of mad that he didn&#8217;t separate himself from Clinton&#8217;s misadventures more. I knew nothing of George Bush [who did?]. And I&#8217;d never heard of Karl Rove. I wasn&#8217;t terribly off of Pappa Bush. I voted against him, but there wasn&#8217;t much passion in the vote. So I thought that Bush Junior would be more of the same. Like many, I only knew Cheney as the dour Secretary of Defense during the first Gulf War. Like many, I thought he was picked as VP to keep Junior in line.<\/p>\n<div align=\"justify\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" hspace=\"4\" height=\"100\" width=\"145\" border=\"1\" align=\"left\" src=\"http:\/\/tbn0.google.com\/images?q=tbn:0sV_T_OIDiJRIM:http:\/\/www.sandomenico.org\/uploaded\/photos\/Library\/iraq_war_marine.jpg\" \/>So maybe the roots of my Election Night Phobia were with Nixon&#8217;s Election, or maybe Reagan&#8217;s, but it flowered after Bush and Cheney showed their hands and really went to war in Iraq. I just couldn&#8217;t believe it. I still can&#8217;t. The idea that they would make up a scenario and actually use it to go to war with real guns and bullets and kill and be killed made mincemeat out of me. I felt ashamed that I didn&#8217;t know about them beforehand. Since then, I&#8217;ve devoted a piece of every day to know what&#8217;s going on in Washington and in the world. That started even before I retired and had time to do it like I do now. Part of my excitement about going on a cruise, is that I know that this close to the Election, all I&#8217;ll do here is read every newspaper and blog I can find trying to deal with my fear that something will go wrong. On the cruise ship, <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" hspace=\"5\" height=\"82\" width=\"149\" border=\"1\" align=\"right\" src=\"http:\/\/tbn0.google.com\/images?q=tbn:-pVuRRCKl6gS8M:http:\/\/fatu.us\/images\/Army\/Iraq\/Iraq%2520war%2520426.jpg\" \/>I&#8217;ll talk to friends, eat, and look at the scenery. <font color=\"#200020\"><strong>My phobia started in March 2003 when our tanks rolled into Iraq. It was the day that the importance of our votes really became clear to me, finally, at sixty-one years old. And although I wish my sickness didn&#8217;t hurt as much as it has sometimes in these last five years, I doubt that I&#8217;ll ever get over it. I don&#8217;t even really want to&#8230;<\/strong><\/font> <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I suppose you could call it cowardice. In World War I, a number of men who got shaky in battle and couldn&#8217;t\/wouldn&#8217;t fight were executed by firing squads. Today, we would call it P.T.S.D. [Post Traumatic Stress Disorder]. Before the 2004 Election, I went on a three week &quot;news restriction.&quot; Then I watched the Election [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2524","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-politics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2524","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2524"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2524\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2524"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2524"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/1boringoldman.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2524"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}