A low point

Today, I am at a somewhat low spot in my efforts to propel OurFinest.Org into the #1 position in service to America's wounded warriors.

It's not that I am really discouraged. In fact, I think I am pretty much discouragement proof. That is, I am going to press on so long as I have life and can wiggle a finger.

Feelings are not reality, so it does not matter really that I feel a little down. Everything just seems to take longer than I think it should, and so many things seem to take me away from what I want to spend my time and energy on.

Right now, I am typing this on the trunk of an old Lincoln parked in front of the used tire store where they are putting 3 tires on my truck. I just spent a few hours riding the bus and picking up the truck and have yet to get its windshield wipers reploaced so that I can get it registered. This seems a long way from doing what I want to be doing.

But there is an every-dayness to life that cannot be avoided. Someone said that life is what happens to you while you're getting ready to live your life. What really matters to me is that I do what I believe I am supposed to be doing. For now that is dealing with a truck I don't really want or need so that it won't get hauled away by the state.

On some very real level, I hate government. I really resent having to jump through senseless hoops because some special interest groups have managed to capture the government power to compel me to have a certain depth of tread on the tires of my vehicle or replace the windshield wipers. We have precious little time on this earth as it is without being forced to fritter it away in
meaningless ways. I am perfectly capable of wasting my own time without the government's help. I even have a city employee dedicated to making sure that the grass on my lawn does not exceed a certain height.

I wonder what the Founding Fathers would have thought about a government so intrusive into our lives. What is the threat to public disorder from my lawn looking shaggy?

I have to admit that sometimes I can understand all too well what goes on with the nut cases who go berserk and drive tanks over cars and through houses.

Our Constitution has been called a conspiracy against government. I wish it were a more successful conspiracy. It seems to me that the fundamental right is the right to be left alone, to simply live one’s life. That right is honored more in the breech than the fact today.

Yet, as Tony Soprano often wonders aloud, “What are you going to do?” This is still the greatest country on earth. I am proud that I served in America’s military. I am proud my son did as well.

And right now I am especially proud of a chance to serve those who were wounded in defense of freedom. I am proud to carry their shield.

A bright spot today is that a new volunteer, Diana Ringer, has done something that I've wanted done for weeks and weeks: link this blog to the OurFinest.Org website. Who knows, some day someone might actually read this and respond.