A 75-year-old retiree and widower with time, I found hitting the mute button when Bush appeared made watching television unpleasant. Skipping articles about his wars and plans left little to read.

Politry (political + poetry) provided an outlet for the anger and angst keeping up with current events generated. I could read with relish, and write my reactions. Pressing the “publish��? button brrought peace.

As Bush bungled on my comments took on a boring sameness. Now almost 77, I decided to vary the content with some reflections on life beyond politics.