Personal:

More rage...

I feel a rage growing within me. An anger I do not welcome.

As I have posted before, I was once fueled by the fury, but now I fully understand the price paid for that ephemeral energy.

So, although provided with a seeming increase in vitality, I recognize the false promise in it and find it unwelcome.

Yet I need to vent this rage somehow.

Although tempting, trying to quench it with alcohol is a cure that is worse than the affliction.

Unfortunately, since the rage arises from the seemingly deliberate actions of others to ignore the precepts of logic and the weight of evidence, a simple release is inadequate in the long-term.

But I cannot stop caring about my country, a nation based upon impossible ideals that have somehow remained current, viable, and incredibly alive despite over two centuries of assault by the inevitable frailties of humanity that destroy all that is not venal or selfish.

How do I exorcise this demon, rid myself of the inexorable conclusion that perhaps the country I love does not deserve to survive because of the blindness displayed by the heirs of brilliance unknown before those in the New World in the late 18th Century showed the world what adherence to ideals could accomplish?

How do I keep hope alive?

I do not know the answer, I can only believe in what Abraham Lincoln said in a time that to me seems equally dark, "Where there is life, there is hope."

I can only hope.