I find myself growing more and more impatient. Like a child waiting for the magic of Christmas morning, only to find those toys were not quite what they seemed, and may have been, in fact, argyle socks and tighty whitey underwear.
In November 2006, we all went to the polls to cast our vote. And the vast majority of our nation voted for change. Or so they thought.
The vast majority voted to bring an end to the insanity of an illegal war.
The vast majority voted to bring an end to the corruption run rampant in our halls of Congress, in the western wing of our White House.
The vast majority gave power to their voices in the strongest way provided by our constitution, they voted, for new leadership.
And yet, ten months later, I find myself growing more and more impatient.
Our leaders, those we look to for change, seem weak in the face of a minority power. The tough words heard last summer are all but gone. Except in the voices of a few, including the man who should be leading this nation, instead of trying in vain to rally his own side.
Other leaders, who should be standing up in our congress, insisting an end to the war, insisting a protection of our failing economy, instead make meaningless safe speeches to protect their chance at the powers that the idiot would be king has created.
And still our constitutional rights have not yet been restored, our government listens in on our private lives, more young soldiers are sent off to die.
I find myself growing more and more impatient.
I know I am not alone.
Go in peace,