No matter what I had thought of writing this month, the news on TV makes my titles irrelevant.
The results of political apportioning the early votes leading to nomination seem unimportant compared to the news from Brussels, but surely more important than President Obama’s attendance at sports events in Cuba. Of course, the world conditions that we manage to minimize usually are expanding at such a threatening rate as to take first place on our worry menu.
The president – and he is still president for the rest of his term – is declaring ISIS our primary problem. The attacks in Paris and Brussels intensify the fears of the people in the world. I remember when the threats of the atomic bomb made our children hide under their desks at school. Will this be happening again?
Because we are in the middle of our artificially prolonged political season and the press needs something to put between the ads, all the threats are reported all day long, and the threats are inescapable.
The last time I looked, my country is in good shape, contrary to what our would-be presidents tell us. Of course they exaggerate our problems – why else would we believe the threats of the candidates and their repetitious money-driven advertising?
Actually, I am elevating my own spirits. When I began this column, I was disconsolate about our future and expecting hordes of Middle Easterners to choose Lexington to attack. If I lived in New York or Chicago or Washington, perhaps that would be appropriate. In fact, our press do live in large cities on the East Coast – maybe that’s why they feel so threatened.
But me – I live in the garden spot of America. I vote for good candidates (although they hardly ever win because so many other people are easily fooled). And I am going to choose not to let the woe-sayers terrify me. I recommend the same decision to you, but I’m not in charge (and I don’t want to be). As I have realized when the Wildcats lose in a tournament, Calipari gets paid to feel terrible – and I don’t! cc