Living is calm and secure; problems are minor, easily overcome or shrugged off.
Not a perfect World, of course, that would be ludicrous or Pat Robertsonian.
Nor a perfect United States, which would be Herr Rovian (psst: The World is in his sights, the plan well in motion).
I began to sense it around early November, 2000. With the passage of weeks and months, the onus became increasingly more noticeable. After five-and-one-half years, the load is crushing in its weight.
(Well, the Cubs recent eight-game losing streak didnt help.)
So, with that in mind I, and its a reasonable assumption many of my generation as well, anxiously awaited the coming New Millennium.
Many of us genuinely wanted to be part of the New World. I began grad school at 40, during the 1990s, just to prepare.
Unfortunately, about 20% of us saw the opportunities for amassing power and wealth in the coming 3rd Millennium. They only wanted to begin the New World Order.
Curious how much difference one word five letters can make.
We all know who the Man Behind the Curtain is, overseeing the takeover from a hideout of relative comfort. Yes, it is kindly, jovial, ever affable Herr Oberst Karl Rove.
Herr Oberst Rove has already begun the Summer Blitzkrieg, firing some early salvoes a month or so ago about how the Liberal Democrats would govern in a most un-Amerikan manner, not at all in keeping with and displeasing to Philosophie von Rove.
Republicans on the Hill have already had their tax cut votes, in which they kissed the asses of the excessively wealthy, ripped new ones for virtually all other citizens, and stuck it to the next president no matter how honest and hard-working that person might be if there even is another election.