Yesterday, I was listening to a talk show on AM radio--you may have heard of it--The Rush Limbaugh Show. I don't listen to him or any others regularly for a variety of reasons, namely the inferior quality of reception, the annoying and repetitive advertisements, people calling in, and did I mention the annoying and repetitive advertisements?
Well, a man called in whose name is Herb. Herb is, I think, either 56 or 66 years old (I couldn't understand every word because of the low sonic quality), and he explained how he was just tired of how things were going in our country. It doesn't matter how old or young he is, though, because I could hear the weariness in his voice.
Granted, he'd been through some tough times, having to serve in the military during wartime, having to work two jobs, and then later, losing his wife to cancer. But he seemed to have rather rebounded from those things, and now he was being slowly worn down by the horrible efforts of the Usurpent and his Congress.
Listening to him speak, not being able to express himself because of the overwhelming amount of damage being done by policies that might possibly and permanently erode the American way of life, I felt my eyes well up and I wept. He was saying, or trying to say, what I have been feeling for months, and hanging on every word was his weariness along with my own and that was such a heavy feeling--one that I have never known.
These are sad times, especially when one adds in the recent terrorist attack at Fort Hood, Texas. But all of the evil acts committed by this administration and all those committed by terrorists should be enough to anger us as well. May this anger as well as the sadness move all of us who love the United States to action, and may God have mercy on us.
