It is
the best of times; it is the worst of times. We make love to our iPhones and our egos,
while begrudging food for the poor and health care for the indigent. I don’t know whether to disclose or disguise
my disgust and disdain for the America of 2012: an America whose obstructionist
Congress of hicks and rednecks, flat-earthers and holy-rollers, have wasted two
years of our lives treating our kindest and wisest President worse than the shoeshine
boy that they obviously wish he were; an America so engorged on violence and
inured to it that the cause isn’t even discussed anymore, merely whether we
prefer homicide or suicide; an America so dumbed down that it prefers its arts
and entertainment in the form of reality TV, and its presidential elections,
too. No, I can’t decide whether to disclose
or disguise my disgust and disdain. Both
paths have their perils. If I disclose
my disgust, then I’m unpatriotic. If I
disguise it, then I’m dishonest. So I
look for others to do it for me.
