After reading a page from Proust to help me fall asleep, the next morning still lying in bed with a pen and paper I wrote a sentence:

    "Politics has become exhausting… but shouldn’t be… it used to be invigorating, like at the kitchen table listening to gramps, the Republican, and to dad, the Democrat, going at it back and forth and then after dishes we’d all head into the living room to watch Bonanza in real living color and then, lying awake in bed, waiting for sleep while my mind’s going a mile a minute trying to organize what gramps and dad had said at the dinner table, I felt invigorated, like a fresh breeze carrying the scent of a cedar swamp was in my head and I couldn’t wait for morning to head off to school where the Dominicans would teach me about civics in an angel story and it would all become all so clear – Of course! neither wise old gramps the Swede nor dad the French-Canadian union man, as mere mortals stumbling around down here trying to figure things out, could possibly be all right or all wrong all the time and that’s how I became transpolitical at the end of a sentence."

After my endorsement column came out last Thursday, I received emails from people who were bugged that I hadn’t endorsed a candidate, but instead had endorsed an idea. But that’s just the way transpolitical people are.  I hope they're never outlawed.