I have a post about shopping for Thanksgiving dinner I’m putting the finishing touches on. It’ll be a little more introspective than most of my posts generally are and not quite as mildly amusing as normal. But it’s still pretty “fluffy” in light of what is happening in Ferguson, MO and all over our country.
I can’t bring myself to post it today. Not today.
I’m not eloquent when it comes to serious subjects. I stumble and bumble and struggle to express myself, and will come up with something that’s marginal at best. So I’m not going to try.
All I know is that there is something terribly, horribly, fundamentally wrong in America. It’s like the country itself has contracted Ebola. We’re bleeding all over. And nobody knows how to stop it. Actually, I don’t think anybody has called a doctor. Yet.
My heart grieves because I’m so fearful we’re going to wait too long and lose the patient.
And I feel powerless to stop it.
And that feeling sucks.