All you have to do these days to get a beat on the mood of the country is to scan the front page of the Huffington Post.
Of course, actually reading the articles might be even better.
But, for those who have lost the stomach for details about the enraged, insane state of the union, just pull up the front page.
Take a look at the headlines of the blogs, what’s going on out there, and what people are choosing to write about.
Today you will see everything from “Anti-gay church to Protest Elizabeth Edwards Funeral”, “The terrorist threat? Mariah Carey?”, the equally absurd, (IMHO), “Democrats Need To Back Obama”, and the intelligent counter to that, (again IMHO), “Senator Bernie Sanders: My Filibuster of the Tax Deal”. (Thank God for Bernie).
You might also catch on that home page, “Watch Stewart (Jon): Obama Losing his Patience With American People”, which I would personally rewrite and change to “Obama Losing The American People”. But that’s just me.
Red-faced is my way of describing strangers I see through numerous anonymous encounters, everywhere. People are mad as hell!
En route to my office this week, I ran into the post office and joined a particularly spicy line of broiling people. One woman dressed in Chanel was hotly berating an employee who was helping another costumer. People were vocally in support of Ms. Chanel; the going in the line was slow. I looked behind me to see a woman who appeared to be a peaceful, even hippyish presence, at least in her physicality. She and several others looked me in the eye and rolled their eyes, as if to say,
“On top of having to wait, do we need to be around out-of-control monsters?”
This woman muttered sotto voce a few words to that effect, which launched us into a mini-sound bite commentary. Here’s the strange thing: though her social views were indeed from a long ago peaceful era, she told me she is a member of the Tea Party!
She voted for Obama, and we mutually voiced our disappointment. She then spoke of her alignment with the Tea Party. Not at all, she assured me, is she with them on social issues. Of course, she said, she is staunchly pro-choice, pro-women, and pro-gay.
At this point, my turn had come to mail my package.
As I exited the post office, this self-described 50-something “lefty” and well-spoken woman approached me to say how much she enjoyed speaking with me.
I am flummoxed to find that nothing is black or white anymore.
It is understated to say that we live in complicated times where perceived enemies and friends, alike, turn out not to be who we think they are.
The only truth that is obvious is the escalating rage and deepening of the color red in the faces of the American people.
Christmas doesn’t seem to be delivering its famous cheerful distraction yet this year.