This is going to be a political blog. Since I know most of my friends are apolitical, at best, I figured I'd warn you, so you didn't have to read it if you didn't want to. That warning aside:
Sometimes I forget that I'm a Republican. I forget when I'm subjected to the idiocies of Republican governance and rambling empty-headed politicos. The only thing that makes me remember that I'm a Republican - truly a Republican - is being subjected to the idiocies of empty-headed Democrat politicos, which are, in fact, about a thousand times more stupid, obnoxious and arrogant.
Last night I was watching the Democratic National Convention. I kept thinking to myself, how can anyone take these hypocrites seriously? For instance, Bill Clinton worked in a crack about President Bush being a draft dodger when John Kerry volunteered for service. The problem here? Bill Clinton was the original draft dodging President! It's complete hypocrisy, and it isn't as if Clinton's term in office was so long ago that we should have forgotten it already.
This morning I was watching Fox News. An analyst, presumably a conservative, said something along the lines of: "John Kerry has the confidence of US veterans." What the hell idiot veteran would have confidence in John Kerry? All kinds of veterans might prefer Kerry to Bush. All kinds of vets might agree with Kerry on the issues far more than they do Bush. All kinds of veterans might just plain support Kerry. But good God, to have confidence in the man? Any Vietnam Vet who can look at a picture of John Kerry sitting next to Hanoi Jane, and still have confidence in him, is a Vet who got a little too close to the Agent Orange.
Then the Democrats let Jimmy Carter speak. I have had a tendency in life to think of Jimmy Carter as sort of a bumbling, good-hearted guy, who was simply ill-suited to be president. In any case, he was a harmless old man. But now I see that he's not harmless. He's still bumbling, he's definitely ill-suited to be president, and while I don't doubt that he's got a good heart, he's totally incompetent at all things political. What are the Democrats thinking, having Jimmy Carter speak? He was quite possibly the worst American President of the last century; certainly, his foreign policy was one of the most flawed and obviously faltered of the 20th Century. The 20th Century, might I add, was never our shining glory on foreign policy issues anyway.
Bah, I have to go, I restart school today. Bleh. Biology is going to suck. But at least after that, I'm going to graduate. Wee!
I’ve been so busy lately that there’s been no time to write. But there also hasn’t been all that much worth writing about. It’s been a difficult time; and sort of a private time, too.
I think this blog is sort of reaching it’s logical climax. It was always a blog about who I was and what I did. These days, with the vast majority of people, I feel like sharing less and less of that.
I’ve taken some heavy blows lately. I’ve withstood a lot of little betrayals that add up in the end. And I’ve had to recognize my own weakness. Suddenly, I find myself with a lot less time for the recurring situations in life that have drained me.
I’m not saying that I’ll never write in here again. There’s actually a good possibility that I will someday, when I become more confident with who I’m becoming. But for now, so you’re officially warned, it’s probably not worth checking for updates.
Moral action is complex. There are so many variables to consider.
Right now I’m facing a lot of issues that I don’t really know how to handle. I really want to be a good person. I want to do the right thing. I know that I mess up constantly. I know that my reasoning isn’t always straight. I’m often selfish, blinded by my own desires, or just plain shortsighted. But I’m always trying to do the right thing.
Trying to do the right thing is only enough in the context of an individual person. It’s good for my soul that I want to do the right thing. But my inability to achieve true righteousness and wisdom spells disaster for everyone around me. I can’t remember how the old saying goes. Something like “The path to hell is paved with good intentions.”
I have good intentions, all right. Even grand intentions sometimes. But I’m terrified by the possibilities in front of me. Action equates to anguish, in this situation; that’s a certainty. Fail to act, in this situation, and there’s nothing left but anguish; that’s a certainty.
Where does one draw the line between being driven ragged, and being able to forgive ones self for simply being too tired? Adrenaline can only rush you through so many days when the tension won’t let you sleep at night.
If I knew what the right thing was, I would do it and be at peace. But I don’t know. That’s the central problem of humanity: too little clarity, and too little self-confidence. But maybe I’m overestimating man again.
I just want this year to be over.
It seems like these days I spend all my time thinking about babies. Here's a picture of me with my niece, and little Ty, my great-nephew.
I adore this kid. He's an eater. He's gained nearly four pounds, in only three weeks of life. And he sucks down a bottle faster than any baby I've yet seen. This boy can put away a six ouncer in under seven minutes, easy. Breaks included, I mean. He's impressive in all the right ways.
