Buck Up, America

I read things under the cloak of fair journalism that infuriate me.

Alleged this and alleged that. Small-town drama and small-minded gossip. People with nothing better to do than to sport a hidden recorder and stir up trouble... all while being a faithful church member, I'm sure.

I've had it with bitter people. Not just there, but here, too. Miserable people looking to make other people miserable. I mean really, where does it all end? Does a bad childhood give us a license to be a jerk? Does a bad marriage automatically result in a people-are-crap attitude?

And yes, I'll stop with that last less-than-polite remark.

Hollywood feeds us lies and people line up to buy tickets. Politicians promise us lies and people cast votes to bury us all. Religion spoons out enough lies in disguise to choke even the sincere.

I've been misled by movie stars.
Lied to by the government.
Disappointed in the church.

Who hasn't?

Buck up, America. Have each other's backs for once. Make small town living a place others would want to live. Give us a city life that doesn't make us paranoid from watching the nightly local news. Stand up for moral attitudes in the movie theaters and flush that other garbage down the proverbial toilet. Do what the Good Book says instead of just bashing each other over the head with it.

And for goodness sake, if you're gonna wear a recorder and attempt to incite a riot, well... don't. Take that negative energy and go fight evil or something. At the very least, bake a cake for your enemy (but no arsenic allowed).

Play nice, people.