Wrong Direction?

I've had particularly bad morale the last few days. It started when we voted Tuesday using the "early voting" option in our state. When we walked in, I whispered to Wifey, "Watch, they won't even ask you for ID". They didn't. I asked the lady verifying the registration if she needed ID. "No". I asked her (nicely) how she could be sure I was who I said I was. She said she trusted that I wouldn't lie, and if I did and got caught I would go to jail. I don't think Mickey Mouse would have to worry though. Unlikely any one else would be using that name.

Looks to me like years of lobbying, crying and scheming have finally paid off. No, I'm not another ACORN tin-hatter. It started with CUSA. We've gotten too inclusive for our own good. All in the name of "fairness", defined as giving one party or the other strategic advantage in the process. So I guess I could just identify myself as one of the neighbors and vote for them as long as I beat them to the polls.

Yesterday, I got a call from Skuzz, the Clinical Supervisor at the group home ( ICF or intermediate care facility for the fortunately uninitiated). Wanted to know if we would bring over Blueberry's long pants and coat. Told me that Weeble (the home manager) told her that Wifey took them all when the idiots at the home were dressing Blueberry in her long pants and jacket when it was 90 degrees out. (*!#$!*) Told her it didn't happen. Told her we took 1 pair. Told her the coat cost over $100. I remember carrying it in the home on intake. Nope, she says. Weeble gets on and gives me the party line. Their word against ours - again. Their either grossly incompetent or liars or both. I don't have the beer to really care. (Don't have the beer to give you the story from the start of Blueberry's adoption either. Or Zilly trying to kill Blueberry. Or Razor saying he's AFU from the process.)

Its scary. Its not the country I remember as a young man, where people looked out for one another. Where your word was your bond. Where you had the pride and the expectations of others keeping you in check. Where people treated each other with respect, drawn together by the desire to contribute to something bigger and better than themselves. Where truth was an absolute everyone could agree on.

Its not like that now. Everyone wants something - power, prestige, a handout, a good feeling, or things that pleasure self - to hell with everyone else.

That's why half of "we the sheeple" embrace Hope and Change.

Hope is intrinsic. Its something you hold onto. With an expectation that what you hope for will be realized. Change is different animal though.

We're standing on "Big Change's" doorstep. We're all familiar with "Little Change". There's no accountability anymore. No pride in doing a good job. No integrity - in dealings with others or in self analysis. Most people are living for the weekend, content to listen to sound bites eagerly fed to them by people who have their own agenda. "Little Change" sets the stage for "Big Change".

No one remembers or studies history any more. Its only there that "Big Change" stands naked. Trotsky, Lenin, Franco, Guevara and countless others. People think they know about Hitler and Mussolini, but haven't dug beneath the 10-second clips of the war and references they remember from before they got out of high school. It looks to me that there's a perfect storm coming - economic, political and social. If ever we needed character in the populous of our nation......

But, its been bred out of our society. Relativism is the flavor of the day. Truth is relative to the individual. Thirty years ago, one of our presidential candidates wouldn't have made it through the first three primaries because of his immigration policy. The other would still be in Chicago, not on a national stage - a half-black, half-muslim, half-socialist product of an entitlement society.