Confession: Unmonitored fridge phonics have their downside. Here are two things in which my son Regan is interested.
School and diarrhea.
Speaking of diarrhea, what do you think of the election rhetoric?
Ryan and I listened to part of a presidential speech last evening, and talked late on the matter. I think Mr. Obama is by and large a man of integrity, trying to do well with a difficult job—a man with a vision if not exactly a plan. I respect him for this. Ryan sees a larger picture, the way Mr. Obama failed to get Congress on board, the way he promises the moon without designing a rocket. He feels frustrated with the gaps.
Funny thing about The Boss and I. I am a supposed optimist, trying to put a positive spin on life while actually believing the world is going to the dogs. He is a supposed pessimist, speaking sarcastically of life while actually believing at a very deep level that all shall be well.
Last night I realized that we bring this same orientation to politics. I listened to the President’s speech and thought, “Hey, show the man some respect. The debt is too large a problem for anyone to deal with. Let him put a brave face on it.” Ryan began to laugh – “What is the man thinking?” – and wished for a path forward, a middle man to negotiate between Romney’s “Cut spending!” and Obama’s “Raise taxes!” to do a little of both.
What do I know of it? My political views are largely intuition. Ryan teaches me patiently, and rephrases the next night what I’ve forgotten since lesson one.
School and diarrhea. That’s my approach to politics.
I do find it important to remember that God has chosen one of these men to lead our country for the next four years, if all goes well. Bless His name.
Do you care who’s elected?