Iím a sane (or ďnearly normalĒ as a good friend, Jack Crowther, once said) man.
Iíve held a job since 1964, been married to the same woman for 38 years, and can generally be found in bed with a good Tom Clancy novel by about 10 every night.
If I say Iíll be there, Iíll be there. Usually about 20 minutes early. My family will tell you all about that one any time you wish to listen to them grumble.
Love the Lord.
Not sure heíll claim me, but Iíve tried to stay this side of his rules as best as any of us can.
But Iíve had it. Iím about crisisíd (not sure thatís a word, but itíll do) out and Iím not playing any more.
The Swine Flu was the last straw.
I know that people are catching it and some are dying from it, but there are a lot more people coming down with and dying from the normal, every day flu than from this new strain. Why isnít the media going ďga-gaĒ about that?
But here we are. Night after night, blow-dried anchors and anchorettes breathlessly telling us about the precautions needed (mostly the same ones youíd take if you had that regular flu Ė stay home, rest, drink fluids, avoid contact with others, see your doctor if symptoms persist or if you get worse) and showing us the world cringing in fear of this new bug.
Gee. Wonder why.
And that did it. Pushed me over the edge. Iím done with crises for a while.
The Talibanís taking over Pakistan?
Got it. Iím 60-years-old. My war was Viet Nam and we now sell airliners to the folks I once tried to blow off the face of the earth. I donít know whatís coming down the pike in Pakistan, but Iím assuming that my government and a lot of others recognize that having moonbats with nukes isnít a great idea and will do something about it whether Iím worried or not.
Trust me, Iím all for reducing energy consumption, not polluting, finding alternate fuels, cutting emissions, and whatnot. Just now, however, donít expect me to get myself into a lather when the big guns in science still havenít agreed on whatís actually going on.
Is the earth warming? Probably, but the last time I checked, the earth has been both hotter and colder than it is now because there are these things called cycles that tend to last a bit longer than our current attention span. Too, one can find just as many arguments propounded by just as many scientists, with just as many degrees and honorifics, who say that whatís happening is not all our fault. Iíll start worrying when they come to an agreement on what we need to worry about.
The financial situation?
Weíre printing money like itís confetti and praying that the folks to whom we owe the ranch wonít call in our notes. Iíll pay taxes and buy the things that I need, but thereís not much else I can do except hope that the poohbahs in D.C. have their heads screwed on straight and have some inkling of what theyíre doing. My worrying isnít going to add anything to that equation even though history isn't on our side in this one.
The ďBig ThreeĒ automakers are in trouble?
So are a lot of others. Build a better product or become a memory. Itís happened before. Itíll happen again. Itís called the free market. If allowed to, it will sort itself out.
Theyíre coming for my guns? The borders are wide open? Iranís run by a dingbat? Drugs are everywhere? India and China are handing us our heads in education? You canít buy a true half-gallon of ice cream any more? Californiaís bankrupt? I canít find ďThe HoneymoonersĒ in reruns?
Sorry, I feel as if Iím being led on a crisis tour to keep me distracted from something and Iíve had enough.
Iíll keep my grass cut, scoop up after my dog, and remember to turn off my cell phone in movies. But, for the next little while, my main worry will be whether Iíve spaced my tomato plants properly.
By my count, there are 300 million other people in this country and about six billion on the planet - more than enough to do whatever worrying needs to be done.
So, Iím taking a breather from it all and guess what? Iím not worried about that either.