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Since I'm from Jersey, I feel almost obligated to comment on McGreevey. First off, a quick note to the major news networks: it's not about him being gay any more than the brutal murders in Florida had anything to do with a XBox. I've always had a strong feeling that, if you are a public figure, one's personal life should not be on display and under scrutiny except for the most grevious reasons. Personally, if you keep my taxes in check and try to good for the state and not for the well-funded lobbyists, the governor can be caught eating out of dumpsters while dressed in leotards and I won't do so much as shrug.
Think of it in political terms. You're hiding a very powerful secret from your staff, your constituents and even your family. Someone else knows this secret and is going to try to extort money from you or broadcast what you know to the world. Do you:
a) Put on a brave face for the next year while trying to dodge reporters and rumor mills?
b) Go on the offensive and try to get the blackmailer jailed, while avoiding the obvious questions it will generate?
c) Admit to having an affair with a man, thus turning a potential headline grabbing story into a page two side bar?
Pick "a" and there will always be lingering questions about you, even if the rumors prove totally unfounded. Answer "b" would likely end up with the guv at the business end of a pistol and a hastily written note explaining what went wrong. Love him or hate him, you have to give McGreevey credit for having the courage to pick answer "c." I know a lot of politicians would either try to pay the guy off or put up with the rumors and leave office quietly at the end of their term.
It is curious that physical courage should be so common in the world and moral courage so rare. ~Mark Twain
Deep apologies for not writing.
I just don’t know what’s going on inside my head of late. I seem to run on two emotions. The first (and more common) emotion is an all-consuming rage. The second is its antithesis: a deep, spirit-withering sorrow. The first makes me want to just rip the walls apart (good thing there’s a lot of sheetrock to be broken up in the basement), and the second makes me want to just curl up in a ball and whimper to myself.
Why I feel it, I don’t know. My life, viewed objectively, is pretty good. Work has been busy, but not enough to stress me out. Much. I’ve been keeping busy with the house, which normally leaves me with a feeling of satisfaction (it beats watching TV shows while watching my butt grow roots). I still go to the gym (five pounds lighter and looking this close to smaller size pants). I get enough sleep (enough to function; if I got all I wanted it could be mistaken for a coma) and everything else is good, or at least a pleasing shade of neutral.
So why is it I feel ready to kill someone?