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Asleep at the Wheel

I'm tired of negative politicians telling me that life in America is on the brink of disaster, that no one in the world likes us, that the only hope for America is to elect some politician who can make everything better.

Senator Biden's speach to the Democratic convention is just the latest example.
"We learned [from our parents] the dignity of work, and we were told that anyone can make it if they just try hard enough. That was America's promise.... but today, today that American dream feels like it's slowly slipping away. I don't have to tell you that. You feel it every single day in your own lives."
What a bunch of empty words. The problem is not the American dream. The problem is the American dreamers.

Too many of us aren't willing to "try hard enough." It isn't sufficient for us to just "make it". We want more than we've earned so we go into debt to finance our purchases or vacations. And because we aren't willing to save money as a society, we have to find the funds to finance our follies from other countries. That drives down the value of the dollar and drives up the price of what we buy.

We don't really work for what we want.

How do we overcome the problems we face? How do we dig ourselves out of the mess we've created?
"I watched how Barack touched people, how he inspired them. And I realized he had tapped into the oldest belief in America: We don't have to accept the situation we cannot bear; we have the power to change it. The choice in the election is clear. These times require more than a good soldier. They require a wise leader. A leader who can change, change -- the change that everybody knows we need."
Right there is my problem with so many politicians. There is no sense of personal responsibility. The answer is to elect a particular politician and look to government to solve our problems.

The Obama campaing, like so many others, has tapped into the mad belief that the solution to our problems is easy and requires little to no effort on our part. The politicians are fighting for us.
"When I triumphed, my mother was quick to remind me it was because of others."
If that is indeed the case, then we deserve no credit for the good times. We've done nothing to merit them.

Comments

Thelma said…
I couldn't have said it better. I was reading about the DNC at 4:00 a.m...part of my sleep problem today. Grrrrrr. I'm tired of them. Isn't the American dream opportunity? Is that gone? I don't think so. Not for me.

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