Back in April, Peggy Noonan wrote of “That Moment When 2016 Hits You.” Personally, I think it has been a series of moments, it hits me, I find hope, then my hopes are dashed creating a next moment, then I find more hope, and so on and so on and so on. But nothing has hit me harder than this weeks battle between Camp Trump and Camp Clinton about who is more guilty of indiscretion, infidelity, and other forms of sexual misconduct. I don’t really care what the answer is; I am just deeply saddened that such is the state of the great national debate.
Left, right, Republican, Democrat, Socialist – I don’t care – I just mourn for the American people. We are better than this. Some how in my lifetime we have gone from “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country,” to a great demand of “GIMME!” whether what we seek is bread or circuses. What is wrong with us that we are content with such? The problem is not Trump or Clinton – the problem is us. We let the nation get to this place; they are just capitalizing on it.
I know, there are a bunch of us that are not that happy about it, but even our last gasp seems to be leaving the field in acknowledgement of how fundamentally the nation has changed. That strikes me as a crying shame. I grant that for those of us that expect more from the nation, this election is a lost cause, but I still want the alternative, even in a massively losing effort. Why? Because I have hope and I want that hope to have a home, not for the sake of now, but for the sake of later. Maybe I am just setting myself up for more disappointment, but I still believe we can be better than this.
We have the work of generations in front of us. Given the advancement of years in my life it is quite possible I will not see my hopes realized. But that does not matter because my hope springs from something greater – it will happen. The basis of my hope died. He did not retreat, He died on the field of battle. But His death did not take.
I’ll take a few more hits.