However, I try to check myself before laughing too hard, or else I might commit my own fallacy and conclude too glibly that anyone who does not believe in Darwinism today must be mentally addled or badly miseducated. I might allow myself to feel intellectually superior to creationists, and this would be a dangerous overstep.
I'm discouraged by the response to last weekend's post, in which I suggested that Tea Partiers and Occupiers could find enough common cause to begin working and protesting together for an honest economy, reduced military spending and libertarian government. I guess it's not too popular an idea. Still makes plenty of sense to me.
I'm an optimist by nature, but sometimes even I run out of hope and good will. I spent a couple of days this past week enmeshed in a depressing Facebook debate with a bunch of Occupy Wall Street friends and frenemies over whether or not Barack Obama is a tool of evil empire (I see him as an honest politician trying to do his best in a difficult situation, but that was a lonely position in this debate). I find myself surrounded by bleak, pessimistic visions of eternal strife and sworn hatred on all sides. My optimism comes up empty sometimes, no matter how hard I try.
Meanwhile, there are signs of encouragement in the world. The protest movement that began as Arab Spring and morphed into American Autumn may now be transforming into Russian Winter. This seems like a very good thing. Back here in the USA, I continue to find hope in the fact that a conservative politician named Ron Paul has been lecturing his fellow Republicans on the need to vastly cut military spending, and I can only wish that any liberal/Democratic politician would begin speaking as clearly and loudly for the same vital cause. It's a strange world when I have to look to the Republican party to find a strong pacifist voice in America.
All discouragement aside, I believe the world is absolutely ripe for positive change. I wrote a couple of draft versions of blog posts about this yesterday, but I kept losing my grip on my message, and I don't think I'm going to find it today. It's out there somewhere. Maybe blowing in the wind.
I'll be back with some clearer thoughts next weekend. The illustration on this page is from a drawing by Robert Crumb.