I live in Italy and part of my daily routine is to go on the Internet and see how the world is doing. I have to rely on the internet because we only get the International Herald Tribune a day after its been published and it is already old news; the Italian newspapers tend to dwell on all things Italian, and Hell will freeze over before I listen to Fox News. I don’t even trust their weather report.
So, I’m scanning the news today, and everyone is talking about rage. Garrison Kiellor on Salon, Roger Cohen in the NY Times. McCain is said to be perpetually enraged.
Was there a call to rage that I missed? I think that as an American, I might be entitled to a little rage: my very hard earned pension money is evaporating before my eyes, the very men entrusted with my hard earned money put it into their own pockets and are now asking for my hard earned tax dollars. We have a presidential election that is so media torked I don’t know what to think. I’m pretty sure that I should be outraged as a woman and a citizen that Palin has been selected to be at the core of a world that she knows nothing about. I’m not dissing her intelligence or aptitude—she simply doesn’t have the experience. Would you hire someone to be the executive chef of Jean Georges because they make good meatloaf?
Rage is defined as violent anger, violent outbursts, and uncontrolled displays of anger.
I don’t want rage right now. I want someone who is calmly looking at the facts, looking at the situations, analyzing, presenting me with options. I’m scared enough about the state of my country; the last thing I need is rage. I’m looking for a leader, someone who gathers thinkers around and isn’t afraid of dissention or challenges. I’m looking for someone to install a sense of calm and purpose; I’m looking for a leader who has chosen this hard life because he believes that we can pull together and overcome our financial issues, that we can become beacons of hope for others, that we can return to being a magnet for the brightest minds. The promise of a quick fix for all that ails us is a piecrust promise: easily made and easily broken. I accept that we have hard times in front of us, but please send me a leader. There is already more than enough rage to go around.