Silence

For sure, a thin veil of silence cloaked me over the last couple of months. Enough time to take an active break from the world into the passive excitement of complacency. However, like with an addiction, which one fails to beat my fingers are buzzing with the excitement of catching up on the silence.

Over the past few months, Chief justice John Roberts has acceded to the helm of the US Supreme Court. President Bush’s vacation to Texas was punctuated by Cindy Sheehan and co. Hurricane Katrina washed ashore to expose the emperor’s stark nakedness. Iraq finally drafted a new constitution. The President’s poll numbers saw an all time dip!!

The echoes of history resonate with an eerie prediction of the future. Harriet Miers’ confirmation hearings are coming up in November. Violence on the Iraq front is not abating despite the completion ofa constitutional referendum. Hurricane Wilma dances an unpredictable pattern in the Caribbean. Mid term elections loom on the horizon. Liberians will soon have a new president.

The dull news cycle evokes the need for even more silence. Gone are the days when maverick political strategizing kept honest people on their toes wondering “what next.” In that spin zone where survival is the summum bonum of political maneuvering, backdoor negotiations could earn a candidate a place on the Supreme Court, but only a higher power would determine the tune to which Wilma will dance and the community which will meet here kiss of destruction.