I don’t what to say.
Thing is, there are kids looking at this site. Kids who still have a lot of optimism and hope, both of which are good things. In contrast, I am a bitter 34-year-old man, and my opinions come mostly from getting shit repeatedly ground in my face over a decade of my adulthood. I feel a little wrong about giving my honest sentiment in this forum. I don’t like the idea of making a younger generation as bitter and mean as I have become.
If I were standing in a room with Saddam Hussein, with a loaded gun and with God, Himself, I would pick up the loaded gun and blow Saddam’s head right off in front of my creator. In fact, I would do that to Saddam’s entire damn parliament, one by one, God watching. I doubt God would do a thing to stop me. And I doubt I would have any feeling as I pulled the trigger. In fact, I know I wouldn’t.
That’s me. I hate the bastard. I’m not saying there isn’t a better way of going about things than George Bush is handling them. However, what I have seen in my 34 years is people get very big on “a better idea” only for as long as they are in a roomful of their friends talking about it. Then they try applying it in a practical sense (a few of them try) and that “better idea” dissolves so rapidly you wonder why they bothered. I’ve seen this time and time again. People don’t hold to their convictions. They don’t follow through. It’s almost as though they get some joy out of washing-out.
In the fall of 1988, Ronald Reagan—who by then, held the entire G.O.P. in his hand—backed his successor, the almost invisible Vice President Bush, for the nation’s highest office. Meanwhile, his challenger, Michael Dukakis, couldn’t not have been more of a featherweight. That same year, the U.S. and the U.S.S.R. signed a treaty to eliminate intermediate range nukes, yet it seemed more token than anything likely to seriously reduce arms (it didn’t). The west was winning the propaganda side of the cold war, no doubt, but at great cost to our moral character; corporate greed, community dissolution, hi-octane drugs and a “look the other way” policy towards sex crimes were setting us back from had been achieved in even the 1950's. All these matters were conspicuously absent from Reagan’s stump speeches for Bush, equally vacant during the Bush/Dukakis debates; all you heard was good news—about how computers would save the world and our public schools were just getting better and better. That, and how Jerry Falwell was, supposedly, some sort of latter-day saint.
And nobody—nobody—cared.
Sinners in the hands of an angry god?
No. Just fools. And now these same fools want to right open letters to “Bush II”, amusing themselves, perhaps.
Sean, you lost your mandate. You lost it in ’88—you and your whole damn generation. You could have changed the world, but you didn’t, and, quite simply, I doubt Gen “Y” has the numbers to change anything. They are of a significantly smaller populace than your group, and democracies work only by the strength of numbers. I’m not saying something can’t be done, but every year it gets a little harder, and I get a little older, a little more tired of reading innocuous platitudes with no substance underneath. I’m crusty and bitter and devastatingly pragmatic. I doubt God likes me. I doubt I care. But I have an awful habit of being right.