In 2000 it was something I publicly professed to embrace, but really it was just lip service, like the lip service I pay to sushi and to safe gun handling. This time I mean it, deep, like cell-deep: I can't pay attention to politics anymore. I withdraw. My choices are disengagement or massive stroke. I choose to live past 28 without my arteries bursting out through my skin like a roiling Medusa's head of sheer impotent rage. From here on out, it's all football and baby animal pictures for me. Who can get worked up about foreign policy when young red pandas are this fluffy?