I want to rant about Michelle Bachman and her pandering pledge, or about the ridiculous position of the U.S. government and its inability to recognize that if your budget is in trouble you need to cut spending and raise income, just like the rest of us.
Or maybe about the sputtering economic recovery, the fact that despite our best efforts to bring peace to Afghanistan anti-American sentiment grows, (why? you like the Taliban? you don’t mind that your daughters aren’t allowed to go to school? what?) or that Rupert Murdoch has finally been revealed to be the sneaky, pseudo-journalist skank we always suspected him to be.
Dominique Strauss-Kahn maybe have raped the hotel maid, but she’s a liar and a cheat, so that will be the end of that. And Casey Anthony has been acquitted, despite the fact that her daughter was missing for weeks? months? (the whole thing makes me so nauseous I don’t even have the stomach to research it) and she failed to report it. I might understand not knowing where your toddler is for a minute or two, but beyond that, if you aren’t worried, you’re guilty.
And look at what else I just found. Don’t we live in a wonderful world? Not to mention the man in Grand Rapids who went on a bipolar/cocaine-induced rampage that resulted in him killing two ex-girlfriends, their two children (one of whom was his), one of the girlfriend’s parents, and taking two hostages before killing himself. I’ve already wondered, in a previous blog posting, how he managed to get a gun. My next question is, if you’re this angry/depressed/psychotic, if you must do this, why not turn the gun on yourself first and spare the innocent?
Look at this man, who has just found out that his daughter has been killed. Can you look at that without weeping?
But I’m tired of all this. I know I’ve said this before, and I hate to be Debbie Downer, but enough already?
The Old Testament claims that we were made “in God’s image,” and many of the world’s religious people believe that tragedy and sickness and moral struggles indicate the darkness of our deepest selves, the importance of prayer in controlling our Free Will, an opportunity to do service to the world through acts of redemption and humanitarianism and kindness.
Maybe they’re right, and we’re just not praying hard enough. Or maybe they’re wrong, and there are things we’re supposed to be doing besides feeding our families and putting gas in our cars and complaining about the pants in our closet that don’t fit or how our teenagers stare at screens all day and don’t clean up after themselves.
I think I’m going to go on a news fast. Not sure what I’ll have to blog about. I have teenagers, and pets, work that simultaneously enriches and frustrates me, a husband I love dearly and am grateful for every day. That might be enough.