Just when sanity seems forever lost in a land once known as "America the Beautiful," you catch a glimmer of hope, a beacon, shining out across our fly-over country in central lakes Minnesota.
In an April 24 opinion letter to the Brainerd Dispatch, "Who are these people?", a writer offered her insight into the discord and mayhem within our current political climate, and struck a plaintive chord in a plea for harmony, a challenge for a semblance of sanity.
As a wordsmithing knight, she couldn't have cut it simpler or wielded her points more sharply in view of the news of today. She took on the seemingly futile task of delivering a case for reality to the steely crowds of clapping, cheering supporters of the current president, who applaud everything he says, no matter how deplorable, provably false, Constitutional law-defying, conscience-voiding, insulting, ridiculing, violence-promoting, ungodly and beneath human dignity that his twittered terms of moral squalor speak.
"Who are these people?" is a question that can be alternatively explored by asking who they aren't. As if wishing them to be unrecognizable might help one's peace of mind, sadly, they might be neighbors, friends, relatives, loved ones. And, incredibly, one could even be your elected Minnesota district representative, who proudly boasts of cheering, yelling and shouting at Trump rallies until losing his voice.
"Is this the one you want your children to emulate?", asks the letter writer, referring to the president. Her question pleads for compassion, as if mirroring the hopeful prose from a 1960s music album by the British group, The Moody Blues: "To Our Children's Children's Children."
For it is, ultimately, to them and their progeny, our future generations, everything meaningful that we'll have to give. Pray that it be better than now.