Today I was sitting with my dad and his friend. A friend that I whole heartedly disagree with her. She is progressive and seems to know what others should do with their lives. There I sit hoping for some mild conversation and I mention my current health issues. Telling my father mostly that I have doctor's appointment for something real that will help me now that we all know I am truly in pain. She came in instantly about the Indiana Legislature with stricter laws about narcotics. I do agree with her that the law has hurt more than it has helped. Of course, as most of my political talks with progressives go it quickly goes down hill.
I don't know what started the beginning of the end, but my feelings for this country usually ends things. Apparently the United States is a broken country and we are the poorest country. I believe that she meant morally. This is not true for me at all because we are not killing those who don't agree with us. Yes, this country has it's issues but we are so not close to the edge to where we have lost all hope.
My hope comes from the idea that this country is exceptional. Why are we exceptional? Why? We fought a Civil War to free those who needed help, fought a World War to champion the plight and near extinction of another people and we have made sure that those whose constitutional rights were being violated could finally put into practice what we have held dear. The power of revolt through voting. I LOVE THIS COUNTRY!!
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