Should I stay or should I go now?
"Me entra frio por los ojos" (y es verdad)
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo va a ser doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
"Me entra frio por los ojos"

Should I Stay Or Should I Go, The Clash

I've often joked about variations on how much I'd love to find a deserted island and bring my closest friends and family there to live, away from the insanity of the rest of the world. Lately, the thought keeps popping into my head in a more serious manner as I question whether or not I want to live in this country anymore.

The idea of buying a house and settling down in some semi-suburban community has always terrified me. That irrational sense of dread has morphed recently into a sense of foreboding, a feeling akin to a time traveler stepping onto the maiden voyage of the Titanic. Or one poised to buy Enron stock at its peak.

I feel like this war in Iraq and everything surrounding it is merely a symptom of a much larger ill: the death knell of an era.

My mother, naturally, believes it's all a sign of the end of this system of things and Jesus is about to come down and settle some debts on his father's behalf.

When Spain elected a majority Socialist government a month or two ago, I jokingly suggested to Salomé that we move there.

I'm starting to think that it's less and less of a joke.

There's an interesting and passionate debate going on in Tony Brown's journal that you should all check out. [EDIT: The debate got a little too passionate and was deleted. Check the follow-up to see if it picks up again.]

I'm now going to try to pretend I still give a damn a get some work done today.