We're still free. Oh, I know. At the rate we're going, we won't be. Too many folks, especially young people, have been fed the delusion that a country with unbridled sexual pornography, legal drugs, and unlimited blasphemous bathroom humor is a free country, no matter what else may be suppressed. As a result, there is a growing movement of folks, some young, some not, who are willing to call for the eradication of just about any other freedom as long as they can have sex, drugs, and bathroom humor. Still, despite their best efforts, we are still a free country. So free, that we can argue endlessly about whether we should vote for this candidate, that candidate, some other candidate, or not at all. Many in the world do not have that right. Many never will. Someday, who knows? It may just be a whispered rumor talked about around American tables in the hushed hours of darkness. But for now, we're free to do it or not do it, as the case may be. And in the historical scheme of things, that's not bad.
I thought of that as I read this quirky story about a fellow who passed out, nearly died, needed resuscitated and then made sure he still got his vote in. Whatever one thinks about voting, please don't think it's of no importance. There is probably nothing else that will more effectively send us spiraling back to Egypt from our journey in the desert than an attitude like that.