I haven’t written in a while, and it’s because I’ve grown weary of words. I guess I’m not alone because some of my favorite bloggers (Arjewtino, Crse, Blue Girl) are also taking long breaks between posts. While I can’t speak for any of them, I can speak for myself. I just don’t know what I want to say.

Well, that’s not exactly true. I  know just what I want to say, but it’s probably best if I don’t say it.

In general, I want to say “stop lying.”

I also want to say “stop oversimplifying.”

And I also want to point out that there aren’t always “both sides” to a discussion and more often, there are many more than two. Pierre Beaumarchais said “It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them.” To him I offer a resounding “yep.”

I want to say all of these things, and yet I don’t because I’m tired of the words. I’m tired of the arguing and the posturing and the repositioning.

I’m tired of news programs and op-ed columns and even blogs that are contrived and untrue.

I’m waiting to read a genuine and real sentiment, a humble and tentative thought, a hope, a glimmer, an uncertainty. The rest is just gilt over a hollow core. In Poor Richard’s Almanac, Benjamin Franklin said “an empty bag cannot stand.”

Right now, it seems most of these empty bags have bylines and airtime.