Dear Fellow Spectators:

It’s an old joke: The patient goes to the doctor and says, “Hey Doc, it hurts when I bang my head with a hammer.” The doctor responds, “Then stop hitting yourself with a hammer.”

I was reminded of the joke when I was watching the impeachment hearings last week. It seemed I couldn’t go ten minutes without a visceral pain response and some extremely unchristian fantasies. Fueling my dark side, I found myself becoming addicted to indignance, seemingly powerless to divert my attention to less injurious and more productive activity. That’s when I realized how politics was taking residence in my heart, a place where it does not belong.