Saddle sore.
The weekend is over. The Red Sox are up 2 games to none. The Dolphins won (finally). The Huskers lost (again). The Tar Heels took the weekend off (mercifully). College basketball seems so far away.
Each week my sabbath comes when much needed, but never so much as it seemed to be needed this past weekend. The week wore me down. I read more and more "news" and posted less and less. I was asked, are you tired of blogging? No.
What wore me down last week was seeing the lowest common denominator rise to the top in the media and on the streets of a my nation. This week may be the same. We are so close to the expected end of this election cycle and it can't come soon enough for me. I don't want to hear a candidate’s wife saying that riots will not only happen if her husband's ticket wins. I don't want to see more American's, of either party, scaring people into voting for their candidate or pandering for votes. I am naive enough to believe that principles still matter and as such we would lift ourselves from the coarse base of our nature and seek higher ground.
A friend announced to me that President Bush would get her vote. The reason, the Senator had gone hunting for votes, both figuratively and literally. It pleased me to know that the President would get one more vote, and an unexpected vote at that, yet I couldn’t help but think, why would the life of a goose, killed in sport as a counter to the NRA’s support for the President, warrant such significance, while the very principles of our nation and of her liberty are ignored. All politics is local, or so the saying goes, and nothing is more local than that which resides within, our character. This isn't about Kerry or Bush, it is about us, about each of us, and yet we are unable to see it as such.
With much trepidation I await the counting of the votes, the riots in the street and the continued breaking down of the single greatest force for good in a world going mad.
