In America I feel like we’re facing an election of bullies. Having to choose a president from among the name-callers, threat-issuers, and truth-manglers is like being offered, for our last meal, something from the dumpster behind a toxic waste disposal company.
We’re increasingly becoming a nation of whining children, reluctant to take responsibility for our choices, and instead want someone else to call every shot, from cradle to grave. To surrender so easily our freedoms which, two-hundred-forty years ago, we raged a war over, is a manifestation of our willfully growing stupidity.
We want to follow our impulses, without any consequences.
We want to indulge ourselves, without any thought for others.
We’ve increasingly decided we don’t want God to govern us, and since we won’t control ourselves, we’re letting the bullies take over.