I suppose this is what this blog is all about, the reflections we have on politics and culture and social issues of the day.  Yesterday, on my 45th birthday, I looked around at America, and I am afraid sometimes that the America I grew up in is gone, and the one that is coming isn’t going to have room for me.

Well, maybe Texas will….  They seem to never change.

I am daily amazed at the things I see in America.  I walked into a Fro-Yo place yesterday, so my son could buy me some of the frozen goodness for sale therein.  On the machine, there were like 16 labels telling me about what was NOT contained in the yogurt; among them were “Gluten Free,” and “No High Frutose Corn Syrup.”

Seriously.  You are eating yogurt covered in Reese’s Pieces, Chocolate Chips, Gummi Bears and Butterfinger Chips.  Is a little more sugar going to be that much of a big deal?

Something else happened as well, and I am not sure when, but somehow, my music went from being on MTV to being on VH1, and my radio went from playing my music on the top 40 station to playing it on the oldies station.

Those two things aren’t the worst thing.   I also have to deal with things like the Secretary of State worrying about the gender identity of our ambassadors and the scourge of global warming/climate change and worrying a whole lot less about the qualifications of the ambassador and whether or not our interests will be carried throughout the world. Because what Iraq needs is an ambassador with a sense of fashion and great taste in muscular men.

They wax on and on about the alleged evils and ills of the world while the real evils and ills are left to carry on, with nary a word about their goals or the evil they do.

When did we stop judging evil and recognizing right and wrong?  How in the world will we teach our children to understand these things if we continue to equivocate and rationalize?  The rest of the world is not hung up on these concepts, and they know the difference; whether or not it would be something we would agree to.

Is the case for curing our own collective cranial rectal insertion so bad that the voting public can’t be persuaded?   Doesn’t anyone else see what is going on?  Am I stuck in a Twilight Zone episode? Is this what happens when we let the hippies run the show?  When did Freedom become just a word?

I want the square grown-ups back in charge.  At least the cars were fast, the men were men, and no one gave two hoots in hell what someone liked doing in their bedroom.

It seems like America is becoming the place that once was and not the place it could be.  I pray that it doesn’t fly apart, but from my post in this watchtower, it looks worse and worse everyday.  The mental illness of liberalism is exploding everywhere and the disease shows no sign of letting up.

I don’t need Leave it to Beaver, or Ozzie and Harriet, but I want Coca Cola in a glass bottle, no ethanol in my gasoline, my wars to end with victory, and bad guys to get the death penalty. I need these things without someone telling me that Coke isn’t good for me, that ethanol will save the planet, that all wars are bad and that they are my fault and that bad guys can turn into good guys with just enough love.  In the America I grew up in, we didn’t care about your sexuality.  We cared about what football team you cheered for.  We didn’t try to save murderers from having a bad lethal injection experience, because we knew what they did.  I am old enough now to remember when cops had more common sense and a sense of justice than the socially maladjusted ticket writers that are employed by government today. Between Zero Tolerance Polices for everything from tardiness to gun shaped pop tarts, I now understand why so many of our kids and their moms are medicated.

I need a return of common sense and the assigning of the rest of the “ism’s” to the ash heap of history that plague those that think, reason, and worship at the altar of logic and sense.  I stopped caring who sleeps with who, how much money they make, or how much taxes they pay sometime after I turned 21.

The pendulum has swung so far that in order to bring this back to average, there is going to have to be a reckoning, and it isn’t going to be pretty.  Best Case Scenario; government assistance of any kind comes to a screeching halt and the sick lame and lazy get to find out the meaning of Darwinism in all its forms.  Worst Case Scenario; that actually happens.  Worse than that; someone attacks us while we spend our time gazing at the world through our navel marveling at how high minded and socially aware we are because we limited the sizes of sodas in NYC and made a football team change their trademark.

And this time, instead of killing 3,000 people, the bad guys will kill more.

I hope I live long enough to see my son and his friends laughing at the crazy idea his mom’s generation had that humans could control the weather, that sugar was bad, that people were talked about this stuff called “gluten” and that government was the salvation to everyone’s problems.

And maybe it will be over an ice cold Coca Cola in a glass bottle while grilling steaks on our future porch in Texas…