Woe is me

Seldom am I truly happy with anything. Nothing ever functions as it should and everything is in need of a constant makeover or intense psychoanalysis. I'm either in a state of constant despair or clinical depression as I survey my own life and the world around me. To me, America is forever going to hell in a hand basket.

If we’re winning a war, I want us to leave before we’ve won. If we’re losing a war, I say we should have never been involved in the first place.

I fight against the pledge of allegiance in the classroom because to some traditions, it might be discriminatory.

Discussing social reform with me is problematic. Regarding race and American society, I tend to argue with emotion rather than reasoning with logic. If you disagree with me you risk being labeled as self-righteous, a racist or a bigot.

My mantra is always “the sky is falling.” My message of hope is hoping we believe that America is in a serious state of decline and then hoping we will only rely on my solutions to fix it.