November 23rd, 2005

Brad @ Burning Man

Before I Get Started on Something ...

First, as an aside, let me say "Gah." They've been advertising the film Syriana heavily as "starts Wednesday" (today). I went to look up the showtimes, only to find out that St. Louis is not one of the cities in which it's opening. And here I had my hopes up, as this is a movie that I'm looking forward to about as much as most of you were looking forward to last weekend's Harry Potter release. So, give me a "G!" Give me an "A!" Give me an "H!" What's that spell? I can't hear you!

Now, before I get started on a lengthy rant, it occurred to me that this time, I may truly have found a subject on which I am both clueless and a bore: American farm policy and its history. I'm suburban-born and bred, my knowledge is only that of an amateur economist, an amateur historian, and a fan of politics. It's quite possible that I know even less of what I'm talking about on this subject than usual. Not that that would stop me, but there's another reason for me to offer to be considerate and let y'all out of it. One of the truisms of American politics is that unless you're a farmer, this is the most boring subject in the world, and even to farmers, the subject is full of inscrutable minutiae to the point of being a cure for insomnia.

But Nancy Lebovitz forwarded me a link the other day to something that further lowered my faith in humanity, left me wanting to tear out my non-existant hair. But since I doubt that more than maybe 5 or 6 of you know the backstory, I'm totally at a loss as to how to explain just how frustrating this is without telling the backstory. As someone with Little Professor Syndrome, I'll quite cheerfully do that ... if enough of you think you can stand it.

Poll #618515 Well?

What would you think if I proposed to spend at least two and maybe four journal entries in a row ranting about the history of American farm policy and how screwed up it's become?

Sounds good. At the very least, I wouldn't mind, and I might like it. Now you've got me curious as to what your take on it is.
Dear god, no. You don't know what you're talking about, the boredom would stun an ox, or both.
I did not include an option for, "It's your journal, Brad, write whatever you want." This time I really do want input, because it's not worth taking the time to type it all up if hardly anybody is going to be interested in reading it.