I realize the country I love has its problems. But I listen to the Democratic candidates, and they describe an America coming apart at the seams. John Edwards goes on and on about the little girl who couldn’t afford a coat (and who he’s going to tax us in order to get her one), and the woman who is going to lose her children because she can’t afford her energy bills, and the streets filled with the homeless, and the predators offering people home loans they can’t afford, and apparently forcing them to accept them, and the women and African-Americans experiencing a daily gauntlet of oppression and discrimination and hatred, and cackling employers lashing their employees, and the dark skies filling with locusts, and plague and pestilence and famine and war stalking the land…
So I bug the Mrs., about whether she, too, thinks America is a miserable place. She grunts a response that indicates it’s a bad time to ask.
Edwards just predicted that John McCain will be the GOP candidate.