Lets see, where to disagree.I can't.Nice post.
I find this stuff to be distressing beyond words -- but words are all I've got. (And, as a writer, I figure that when I get "fire in my belly" I should "use the 'talent' my master gave me," rather than "hide it under a rock.") (And I do think that parable applies, at least tangentially.)
Realistically, I don't know what I accomplish other than get it off my chest. I fear for the world my kid is entering. Or rather, I fear for my kid, entering that kind of world.
Part of me is glad that I'm old enough, and in poor enough health, that I won't be around for when things get completely off-the-charts bad. But part of me wishes I'd be around to help my wife and kid make it through.
And part of me laughs at the rest of me for being so foolish as to assume that things won't happen so bloody fast as to make a mockery of that anticipated timeframe.
And all of me grieves for a nation whose "leaders" have chosen to close the door on everything that so many generations of selfless Americans bled and died to create and preserve.