I have to admit that under my neatly composed exterior I am mad about where America is today. I am mad about how the outsourcing and insourcing of jobs have caused my friends to be unemployed. I am mad that the state of my grandchildren's world is being decided by a bunch of adult children in DC that seems to be so out of touch with reality. I am mad that the divide between rich and poor in our country has widened rather than narrowed. I am mad that bankers on wall street get bailed out while folks on main street are ignored. Lastly, I am mad that people who I have voted for since 1980 have done nothing to help the unborn.I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. ... Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust ... We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy ... I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.
Before you tell me to take a chill pill and not worry so much, I want to assure you that these things do not captivate my attention all of the time - I do have a life and my days are filled with other things. Yet I think that my thoughts, and those of Howard Beale, might resonate with some people in our country. Are you mad about anything? Care to share?