My writing has been political the past few days. With the impeachment of President Trump, his acquittal, and the firings of those involved with the impeachment process, it is difficult to not fall into the trap to write about it.
I don’t like it.
When I first started this blog, I figured I would make it a generalized blog. One where I wrote about things that interested me. Freeman’s Front Porch Musings was never meant to be a political blog concerning the issues America faces. As I have written more and more, it seems the blog has become a sounding board for my opinion on politics.
I really don’t like it.
However, it can’t be overstated that the fate of America rests in the hands of her citizens. This may be why I keep writing political crap. Introspectively, I believe the reason I have been writing about it is because it seems to be easy to find the humor in it. Each side seems to be marionettes waiting for their strings to be pulled.
I still don’t like it.
Therefore, something must change. It has never been my intention to alienate my audience. There seems to be little choice, I must find a specific lane for my writing to travel down, and I don’t think I can cut it as a political satirist.
It seems I am doomed to wander blindly from one topic to the other. For example, this morning I have written about the weather, and now I write an apology for flooding my blog with political postings. What’s next? Shall I pen an op-ed on why dog lovers are superior to cat lovers? Why an elephant would make a horrible pet?
My brain does this thing where it drifts from subject to subject, and idly clicks on one to write about. I am sporadic like the Jonny Lee Miller take on Sherlock Holmes in the television show Elementary. Fidgeting within myself, I try to prove I am the writer I seek to be. Everyone tells me it’s not a competition, but it is too me.
And I don’t like it.
10 February 2020