People like to have a reason for being, or not being. It seems to bring them a consolation of some sort of inside information that may or may not exist.
My father’s mother died soon after his birth, leaving him to wonder if it was his fault or if her death was the reason for his life. His father had a heart attack and died in November of 1963, after he’d heard President Kennedy was assassinated, or maybe because he was blowing up balloons for my birthday party. For whatever reason, my father became an orphan at the rather young age of 30, because that’s what they call it when both your parents are dead, a universal truth.
Bruce Springsteen wrote, “Seen a man standin’ over a dead dog lyin’ by the highway in a ditch. He’s lookin’ down kinda’ puzzled pokin’ that dog with a stick. Got his car door flung open, he’s standin’ out on Highway 31. Like if he stood there long enough that dog’d get up and run. It struck me kinda’ funny, seemed kinda’ funny sir to me, still at the end of every hard earned day people find some reason to believe.”
Both Hardin and Springsteen were facing the theme of human desperation with the nebulous relativism of hope despite overwhelming odds. On the one hand, it’s the basis of belief and the foundation of faith. On the other hand, it’s “kinda’ funny.”
Unlike strong Democrats before him, like Clinton, Johnson and Roosevelt, in this election year President Obama seems curiously averse to political power struggles and back room negotiations. Instead, he esteems the modern values of affordable healthcare, advanced education, environmental accountability, social acceptance of the entire citizenry and worldwide peace.
In this most obscenely capitalistic land in all of history, it is neither his duty nor preference to control the economy. His adversaries cite money woes for his presumed supreme inadequacy, as if that were less morally repugnant than admitting any other prejudices they might have. For whatever reason, his opponents are many.