Well, it’s hard to feel cheery tonight, I have to say. Muammar Qaddafi, pausing on his way to martyrdom, is strafing his people, and blowing up oil pipelines. It is becoming clearer every day that the wave of “freedom” sweeping the Arab world is a disaster in the making. Europe watches aghast, bracing itself for a tide of human flotsam. Nuclear-armed Pakistan edges closer to ignition. Iran send its navy into the Mediterranean. World fisheries are in freefall. Christchurch, New Zealand, lies in ruins.
Here at home, the nation is cracking apart at the seams. Public-sector labor unions, having managed finally to kill the golden goose, march in open revolt against the taxpayers, while the legislators they own flee their state capitals rather than allow the will of the people to be done. With oil prices racing north as a result of chaos in the East, gasoline prices are rising fast, and economic markets are plummeting. Meteorologists predict record floods throughout the nation’s heartland, and the gigantic magma chamber under Yellowstone is expanding.
Well, they say that all a person needs is something to believe in. I believe I’ll fix myself a drink.