November 20, 2008
“The drums sound with measured beat; the Sun sets slowly with diminished heat. Listen to the dirge and mark the cadence of a song of death for a once great nation.”
One of the fun things about writing a column is the receipt of mail, good and bad, in response to my articles. Those who understand the message and have pertinent arguments and constructive comment are a blessing and greatly appreciated. Their comments are most often stimulating, interesting and nearly always challenging and enlightening.
The nescient few who write to vent their spleen and pour out a completely illiterate, unlettered and mindless invective can be weirdly entertaining. Given the bizarreness of their messages it is sad to think that the writers of these are the finished product of the American Education system. When I read these offerings I continually wonder when and how the writer escaped the asylum. It is scary to think that those who are so inimically disposed might be running around with a fingernail file in their pocket. I can imagine that their Kindergarten teachers appended their report cards with such messages as “fails to color within the lines” and “does not get along well with classmates.” These do help me to partially understand the Transportation Security Administration’s obsession with penknives and small manicuring implements. Remember I said partially as I am not altogether sure that many of those of the TSA are not often recruited from among this very segment of society.