I'm scared that Iran will ratchet up the nuclear pressure, causing the US to do more than posture. I'm disturbed because we keep pumping more resources into Afghanistan, but the Taliban seem to be gaining more of a foothold there.
I'm sad that Annie Le's family had to bury the slain Yale graduate student on Sunday. I'm feeling a perplexing kind of despondency in the wake of news that someone murdered Bill Sparkman-a single father, cancer survivor & part-time census worker-in Kentucky's Daniel Boone National Forest. The word "Fed" was scrawled on his chest.
I'm flumoxed by health care reform. I know that we should all have coverage, but don't have the first clue about what's best for me, what's best for the country. And I'm alarmed that my congressman might not have the first clue, either.
I'm irritated that the economy has not yet pulled itself out of its greed-induced tailspin. But I'm hopeful that the Dow has turned the corner & Mr. Fairway will be working full-time again soon.
I'm unhappy that Our Humble High School is overenrolled & that teachers, like me, are underpaid. I worry when empty Versace suits like Sarah Palin & porcine prognosticators like Rush Limbaugh spread lies & hate to folks who should know better.
What with Gitmo, "death panels," Iraq, the out-of-control deficit, global warming and everything else that's going on with this spinning orb we know as Mother Earth, I'm also confused. Why does BO, the Leader of the Free World as we know it, need to travel to Copenhagen with Oprah this week to try to snag the 2016 Olympics for his hometown?
Beats me. After all, y'all know that Chicago is definitely not my kind of town.