A Light On the Horizon

There a lot of things that make me weep for the future of America. HBO recently aired the documentary "Right America: Feeling Wronged". Alexandra Pelosi followed the McCain campaign during the most recent election to gauge conservatives emotions as it progressed. It was astonishing. The level of ignorance was bad enough, including people who feared a turn to socialism under Obama who were under able to define or even spell socialism. Or the people who were certain that he was a terrorist. That alone was worrisome, but when you add in all the racism, misplaced anger and just overall insanity I can't help but be embarassed that these people have an equal voice as everyone else. I mean there were several people, on camera, seriously comparing Barack Obama to Hitler and the Antichrist. It was really amazing. I understand that they don't represent the majority of the Replubicans, they represent the crazy constituency. I also understand that this is a one-sided view and that it wouldn't be hard to find an hours worth of cuckoo bananas democrats who think Dick Cheney ordered 9/11 so he could start a war. They don't make me very happy either. The more I think about it the more I wonder if voting really should be a right. I'm thinking there should be some sort of aptitude test. That's probably a terrible idea, forget I said anything.

I'm also a little concerned about the person who stumbled upon my blog by searching for "floyd landis ready to be an american badass" in Google. That made me sad. Although I'm not sure what is more alarming, that someone is actually executing that search, or that my blog is the #2 result of that search on the entire internet. I don't like it either way.

It's not all bad though. Just when I think our future is too bleak to stand I come across something that brings me unending joy:


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When someone comes across a broken down brick wall and thinks, "this would be the perfect place for the Kool-Aid man," I have hope for this country afterall.