Contrary to what you may have thought, I’m not dead.
I did, however, sink into a deep blue funk that gradually turned into the blackest depression. It was the depression of a man gradually becoming convinced that he was the only sane man left in a world gone stark raving mad. I have written elsewhere that my defining characteristic is my patriotism, the only non-conflicted message I received from my utterly incompatible parents. As a patriot, I knew that my country was rife with people who were Americans in a technical sense only, having entirely missed the point of the country. With gut-wrenching despair, I look around and it seems as if those are the only kind left. It sometimes seems as if those Americans who thought and felt as I do were only a mirage. I feel so terribly alone. I am surrounded by people who look at the swarthy madman with unthinking adulation that goes beyond worship. At first, I was merely angry because I believed it would take at least 20 years to mop up the mess he would make. Now I am terrified for my children and grandchildren because I realize I was too optimistic. In a couple of months the madman has done more damage to my nation than I had assumed was possible in a 4-year term, and he seems to just be getting started. Occasionally, people try to console me by saying that control of Congress will change in 2010 just like it did in 1994, and Obama, like Clinton, will be kept on a short leash. People, I fear that if elections are still permitted in 2 years, they will only be show elections with Acorn providing the oversight.
My usual sources of consolation, talk radio, Fox News, and certain blogs, no longer do the trick for me. They continue to preach “reasonable” measures: debate, education, pressuring elected officals with calls, letters, the ocassional well-behaved protests, and others. People, those measures are no longer adequate. That ship has sailed. Instead, these pundits and commentators bitterly denounce the people who, like me, believe it is time to take the next step, to take a page from the enemy’s playbook and prepare ourselves for the likely violent reaction from those that now hold a monopoly on power. We are ruled by raving lunatics that expect us to provide the fuel for our own immolation, and to be grateful for the honor of doing so. I fear that we are not just doomed as a nation, we are just doomed…period.
Someone convince me that I’m wrong. Someone convince me that there is hope.
