Killing My Inner Idealist
The idealist in me is slowly dying; frankly, I am surprised it has lasted this long. At age 52, I am still naive enough that people, and yes, even politicians, act on well-intended goals, even if some are within the boundaries of self-interest. We should all act on the innate ability for self-preservation of the individual, family, community, and others. It’s especially disheartening when others only care about themselves, but what is a stab in the heart, is when those self-professing people who claim to care about community and the status of the world we live in, do not. I no longer wish to help those who only seek notoriety, political power, money, and other self-means under the guise of helping the disenfranchised when they do not seem to possess the skills, empathy, intelligence, and sincerity to do so. Most guilty of this are political figures. In our democracy (or representative republic for the uneducated swine, who manage to learn a new word by listening to so...