Well, for whatever reason – and no, neither pregnancy nor PMS can explain it – Weepfest 2008 continued tonight while watching – WAIT FOR IT – the PBS American Experiences about JOHN ADAMS, SECOND PRESIDENT OF THESES UNITED STATES. At the end of his life, when he and Jefferson reconcile? And Abigail dies? Yup. Sniffles and tissues over here, my friends. And ALMOST sobs.
It was also that it made me think a lot about this country, and its formation, and what it took, and how we are pissing it all away, and maybe that made me cry too. And yes, I know all the struggles of women and blacks and such. I went to school in the 80s and 90s; colleges reveled in untold histories. But really – quite remarkable, those times and people. How have we allowed ourselves to become so complacent? Is it that we are too big? That our freedom of speech laws have allowed the media to become too powerful? Do we not question? Do we not suffer enough? How can I get so frustrated and angry and try to invest myself (and I know my investment is nothing more than voting and staying informed) and yet NOTHING EVER CHANGES?
Seriously, I think there are just too many of us. You know how when you go into a meeting at work you can get about 10 times more things done when there are less people? Yup. Let’s whittle the U.S. down to the original 13 colonies, and everything else can do its own thing. Not sure yet if I’d move to NYC and stay in the actual U.S., or move to the West coast, now called Gay New Freeland. I certainly need to leave Tejas Liberidad (Alto Mexico), what with all the non-existent gun laws, because guns are scary to me.
Hm. Difficult decisions.
