The big show that won't leave town, even if you wanted it to, and you don't 

Finding myself getting overheated about the primary campaign I had a little talk with myself yesterday and vowed to follow my candidate's example and try to be cool, try not to become swept up the histrionics.

My self-counseling is informed by NewsGang, my new listening obsession; it's my bedtime story every weeknight. I'm not sure I go so far as Steve does in suggesting Hillary and the Rovian's invective is a good thing because the blowback seems to be benefitting Obama. Well, maybe it is, short term, as a transition device, to turn the page, to get to that new politics Obama wants for us.

I'm hoping it's possible to get there. While I got all Zen yesterday I pictured a little town representing the nation. A carnival (the election campaign) comes to town and sets up shop in the town square. The band organ in the carousel is designed to put us in a frenzy. Candidates are trying to get the brass ring.

Meanwhile over on the reviewing stand somebody is making a speech, some are listening and nodding, working out how the arguments apply to their own lives. But too many seem more interested in the carousel. Still others go about their business in the town, working, enjoying their families, but you can hear that music at all hours. You can't forget the big show is in town, and in truth you don't want to. It's just so interesting.

It makes you wonder if the writers' strike caused the campaign to become our entertainment. I'm pretty sure that happened to me. That might explain why the campaign seems to be about drama and personalities, even more than usual?

I'm determined to go on about my business, still following the show, still caring what's going on in the square – I care a lot – but trying to keep my emotions apart from the drama. See how that goes.

And, you know, you just kinda gotta... let it, you know 

Via @Zik