There are two ways to look at life.
One is to fill your days with bitterness.
The other is to see it for what it is: Literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Approach it to your last day as if it is all an endless pit of despair, your last thought certainly will be you were right: It was pure hell on earth.
If you do nothing but see evil, talk evil, and listen to evil all you will do in life is see evil, speak evil, and hear evil.
Those who seem to bellow the most — TV’s talking heads, disgruntled tweeters, boorish bloggers, career anarchists and their kissing cousin outrage du jour protestors, and old-fashioned in-your-face types eager to pick verbal fights one-on-one — are in overdrive.
They feast off the darkness and rue the light.
The bitterness many of us seem to harbor as the nation slouches toward the mid-term elections would perplex my grandmother.
Just 80 years ago, the nation was approaching its first mid-term election since the attack on Pearl Harbor on Dec. 7, 1941.
It was a dark foreboding time.
War was raging in Europe and the Pacific as the nation was plunged into World War II. Sons were going off to war where maiming and death awaited.
This came on the heels of m...