P.D.D. – Politically Depressed Disorder

What with every human condition, emotion, or behavior now labeled by the “experts” as a disorder, I’ve decided to brand one of my own. Hell, I might even meet the requirements for “free” meds compliments of our comrade in chief at the national health reform hospital inWashington,D.C.Hope I don’t have to wait in line too long though; my “depression” usually passes after a few days…

Let’s see, as a country we have decided that hyperactive kids are “A.D.D.”, and prescribe prescription drugs so they can “focus”. I got something that might make them pay attention, how about forcing them to watch the next Obama infomercial or scripted town hall meeting. If nothing else, they will beg to go back to school.

Adults, who drift off during conversations or claim they just can’t seem to stay on topic, are diagnosed as “A.D.H.D.” My younger brother is afflicted with this horrible aliment, so they say. I am certainly no doctor, but back in the day they simply called that the uninterested in anything other than themselves, syndrome.

Along with my own, “Politically Depressed Disorder”, I think I have identified a malady much more perverse. With energy prices for each and every American about to shoot off like so many Fourth of July fireworks, the country is transfixed on something else. A “cap and trade” bill that was just rushed through congress (again?…remember the hurry for “stimulus”?) is about to destroy industries, jobs, and our way of life, all in the name of “climate change”. Yet, not a peep has been heard from the mass media, as they too are affected by this hideous condition. You may have heard of it, “O.C.D”….? No, not obsessive compulsive disorder, that’s way too common. I’m talking about “Obsessive Celebrity Disorder”, you know, 24 hours of Michael Jackson coverage amidst the dissolve or our republic. Oh yeah, and the daily coverage of the latest celebrity, Chairman Obama….

So rather than going to my local state operated, mandated, and long line-dated healthcare clinic (just mentally preparing for the inevitable “reform” you all voted for), I decided to find a cure on my own. Remember that good ole American ingenuity, that out dated philosophy of taking care of your own, responsibility for yourself. No, instead most people blame their ills on the latest fad disorder, corporate “greed”, Bush, the republicans, global warming, or big tobacco companies. They turn to the government, local, state, and now federal. From healthcare to hurricanes, from cradle to grave, the nanny state is uponAmerica, and I am clinically depressed…

My late Grandmother on my Mother’s side once gave me advice for a lifetime. During some very difficult years in college, after leaving a broken home at 17 to live with relatives down South, she wrote me in 1981. I recall her words; words with meaning that translate to every generation and every situation. She was a retired schoolteacher from small towns in rural upstate NY. No big city sprawling campuses or “social sciences” taught with Internet access and laptops for all. More like one room schoolhouses with grades K-12 learning the fundamentals in towns like Hartfordand Stony creek, NY. Her parents were farmers and loggers in the majestic Adirondack Mountains, working the land regardless of the season, the politics, despite the “great” depression.

Her words ring true for me today, and ease my distress, as harsh as an upstate winter, as harsh as they may be…

Life is difficult at best” – Helen Fish, 1981

Another great American, Michael Savage (now that’s a celebrity to obsess about), put it in perspective as well…

“Depression is a part of life, a normal human emotion. Life is about dealing with depression, not denying or suppressing it, deal with it!” – Michael Savage, 2009

As I contemplate these words of wisdom, guilt replaces my depression. Compared to our “Forefathers”, our Founding Fathers, we as a country have it easy. Compared to my late Grandmother, I have it easy. Yet we whine about traffic, gas prices, demanding this and expecting that, from others, from our government. On this July 4, 2009 weekend, I will remember, “Life is difficult at best”.