Definition of “Silly Season”
1: a period (such as late summer) when the mass media often focus on trivial or frivolous matters for lack of major news stories
2: a period marked by frivolous, outlandish, or illogical activity or behavior
It’s not late summer yet but when the mercury climbs above 90°F even the Burn-Loot-Murder crowd gets easily overheated and things slow down. Sure, the professional gang-bangers are making their living and shooting each other off porches and through windshields but that kind of news isn’t very interesting anymore.
With school out for summer the Antifa kids might want to burn down the local police precinct but it’s Pride Month and they have to get the police to protect their freak parade so they’ll take off their black bloc paraphernalia long enough to go down to the local precinct and fill out the paperwork to allow them to float some giant-sized sex toy down main street while dressed as a wombat or whatever other fetish symbol they’ve adopted this week.
What’s a blogger to do? How will I manufacture sufficient outrage to keep the public interested if all I have is Joe Burden surfacing every few days with another listless mumble about vaccinations or the Fourth of July or white supremacists threatening to tip over the continent or sabotage the summer’s ice cream supply.
I guess I have no choice but to actually think about what I want to write about. “A thoughtful essay?” you may question. “Does he do those?” Well, not normally. But during the silly season I have three choices. Either go 100% to non-news topics (entertainment and general knowledge), fly completely off the handle and just rave like a lunatic or spend a little time digging into political and social subjects a little more thoughtfully and try to provide something insightful.
But the truth is insightful is hard. And it’s hard to pump that kind of stuff out. In fact, you can’t. When you try to pump it out it pretty much equals the ravings of a lunatic. So, during lulls in meaningful political news, I expect to be doing more cultural/entertainment stuff and fewer political items. But my hope is that the political articles I do publish will be worth reading.
And don’t get too worried that my output will go down much. There are bound to be a few outrages coming up shortly. After all, these people are certifiably insane. Even if they weren’t chock full of anti-psychotics there hasn’t been a moment in decades that they weren’t so removed from reality that they wouldn’t know the difference between a Fourth of July fireworks concert and the burning of the Reichstag.
With respect to meaningful political meditation, of late I’ve been thinking about how I would recognize “the real deal.” To be more precise, how can I recognize who is truly working towards the re-establishment of the Old Republic and who is just running a grift? After the exposure of the Bushes and the rest of the RINOs you’d think that we could point to their talking points and know who is the real deal. After all the people who still whine about “illegal immigration is love” like Jeb Bush are obviously the controlled opposition. But I think the grifters have gotten cagey. Even Liz Cheney was smart enough to vote along with President Trump when it looked like he was going to be running things. It was only after the election was handed to Biden that she showed her true colors. So, it’s not a foregone conclusion that we know what’s lurking in the minds of men. And that’s a separate question about how much brains and guts a fellow has.
Anyway, that’s what I’ve been thinking about today. When I work it up into something interesting, I’ll put it out there. In the meantime, I’ll be watching that H.P. Lovecraft/Nick Cage collaboration. The things I do for my readers!
