There was a time when I wanted to change the world through politics. I grew up believing that a great, moral people elected wise leaders, who then made decisions in our best interests. If I could just become one of those leaders, I could change so much and help so many.
But I finally grew up and quit believing in fairy tales.
I’m having more and more and more trouble lately being interested in politics, even enough to write about the subject. If you’re not a partisan of the two major “teams” — and you have no illusion that enough people are going to adopt your ideas to put them into practice — it’s pretty boring to watch the political spectacle. Have you ever tried to separate yourself from the shouting participants in the political process and just observed the way they interact with each other? It’s sickening.
If you’re a part of one side or the other, you imagine that the people on your side are the kinder and more intelligent and more well-meaning. You notice the positive examples of people on your side, but you don’t notice the many angry, hateful people on your own team. On the other side, you see screaming idiots who hate you and don’t have a good bone in their bodies. When you’re caught up in that trap, you have no idea how much the two sides are mirror images of one another.

What if all truth and all beauty can be traced back to one source?
Friday nights still take me back to sidelines of high school football
Libertarian freedom vs. conservative tradition leads to culture clash
Unless your spirit’s been broken, your flaws will always be hidden
We all live with a death sentence, but we act as if we’ll live forever
We fill life with noise because silence forces us to hear truth
As nightmares plague my friends, I’m grateful mine have subsided