The dog's licking his balls again. Well, he's been fixed for quite some time so I have no idea what he's doing down there - but it annoys the hell out of me. Lot's of things annoy me these days.

My family annoys me. My friends annoy me. My country annoys me. This entire fucking planet annoys me. I have lost my faith in humanity.

Being a DC insider has made me understand time and again that there is no place in the world for wishful thinking. Idealists get shot. Or drawn and quartered in front of the entire world on live 24-hour news coverage.

The cycle repeats itself over and over and over again. Good people sometimes come, they give us hope, but then you see them for who they really are. Behind the 6 centimeter thick blue curtains of the press room, oozes a culture of corruption and greed and general devilishness.

I hate it.

So I have retreated to a place far into the woods where no one can find me. I have severed all of my ties to the outside world but a precious few and, of course, those that cannot be severed by distance.

I have removed all of the distractions of what is "important" for others and have decided to focus on myself and my own well being. But my ghosts still haunt me. I think, above all of the disdain that I have for this world, the worst of my dissatisfaction is in my own self. I think I hate myself. I'm not sure though.

I know the dog doesn't like me. Every time I walk up to it, it gets that look of fear in its eyes. Or maybe it's pity. I don't know.

To justify their immoral actions, smart people find reasons that were never there to begin with. Nobody is the wiser, and in fact those around them will extole them for their genius. Only you, and it eats away at your soul like acid rain.

I think I'm rancid. On the inside, of course. Not the out.

On the outside, I'm still a dashing handsome narsicistic political analyst and creative humorist.