Optimistic Realism and Irreversible Boots

So, frolickers and fisherman are being eaten by bull sharks in Florida, Sandra Day O’Connor is going to retire, Luther Vandross is dead and the U.S. Supreme Court decided that filling the economical coffers by expanding the eminent domain powers of government is a good thing.

I wish that the oceanic predators in government would find themselves retiring more often than attempting to dance with my father because we certainly don’t feel any love in their tango. When sense isn’t so common and original intent morphs into a living interpretation that resembles Rousseau over Bastian distinctions then utopia has decided to take practicality on a river cruise without her floaties.

At some point we will crumble. Like an overweight disco dancer attempting to hustle on patent white spikes our pants will rip wide open as we slide face first across the super glossed floor. Without proper diet and tailored clothing, an obese floundering and eruption is inevitable.

Despite the sporadic moves towards Americanism there seems to be a metachlorian count deficiency in the populace that causes amnestic sheep likeness and apathy. However, the admittance of a downward trek doesn’t mean that we should retreat. No matter how much we think that things won’t improve we must always cling to a two-fold chain. One component is the sovereign hand of God as He sees all things come to pass according to His desire and decree and the other is our responsibility before our families and our friends and our nation and our God to press on.

Retreating, whining, and neutrality are not options. If you’re gonna die, die with your boots on.