That was the title of a Mamet play (I think) and movie, and it's becoming my mantra as well.
I've concluded that when I pay attention to the multiple idiocies of US foreign and domestic policy, the only result is that my hair turns whiter, my stress levels rise, and I get a certain amount of cardiovascular exercise through rapid spikes in my blood pressure. (No, Ma, really, it's good for you!)
The hell with that.
I'm reorienting my life, getting ready to ditch this gig for a new and hopefully better one.
I'm blissing out on nature, I'm thinking about reconnecting with "real life" and not worrying so much about the multiple idiocies of US foreign and domestic policy. I'm cooking more, and taking more time doing it. I'm listening to podcasts, and reading blogs, from the paleolithic/evolutionary fitness/caveman diet folks.
I know that there are many, many ways in which we, we Americans, are alienated from the real world, and I'm trying to figure out how to get back to that real world.
I'm not quite sure where I'm going, but I've got a few ideas, and hopefully they're better ideas at that.
Peace for now, yo.