Commentary from Ann Kreilkamp
I feel it, too. And if I lived in Washington or Colorado, I might just light up a joint, in public, giddily wave it about.
And yet, if you would please forgive me this gentle warning:
I remember waking up the morning after Bill Clinton won the presidency, in November 1992, with the same feeling. That intense high, that thrill of vindication, when we good guys prevailed.
That was before I realized that this game of choosing between seeming opposites is but another entertainment for the masses; that the election game is rigged; that both candidates, in order to even run for president, must in some way have caved — or pretended to cave — to the cabal.
And that time I thought “The President” was responsible for us. Now I know we are. It’s not just Bill Clinton who shamed us with his peckerdillos, but all of us have “feet of clay” no matter how much our heads may float in the clouds. It’s up to US to recognize that fact about ourselves, to realize that life in these hard, dense bodies on this good Earth torques us into seemingly flawed, imperfect creatures.
Let us integrate our feet with our heads so that we can walk our talk and lead those whom we choose to lead us in the direction of the common good.