Inspired by Koshersalaami's post Conservatives: Anti-Family, Anti-Christianity, Anti-Country, my brain has emerged from the fog of depression lite autopilot and I'm posting something for the first time in a week. When I was a kid I loved literature, movies and TV that depicted heroism that chose to follow the path of what was right despite the fact that the hero would inevitably lose or get lost along the way. In order, I read and loved: The Gospels of the New Testament, Alfred Lord Tennyson's Idylls of the King, T. H. White's The Once and Future King, Mark Twain's Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, Joseph Heller's Catch-22 and Richard Fariña's Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me. I was an avid fan of Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek, all great stories about people who won and lost in their efforts to make this world a better place than they found it.
Life left it's mark on me and on his 16th birthday I gave my stepson, Kelton, a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird with this inscription: I always wanted to be like Atticus Finch, but I turned out more like Boo Radley.
In any case these days sometimes my cynicism and disappointment carries me away and I default to flat effect depression lite autopilot. Kosh's post and one of his responses to my commentary cast some light into the shadows where the Black Dog lies in wait and here's how Aaron Sorkin paints an uncanny picture of how I'm feeling and hoping for the best:
An American President
Newsroom - The Opening Scene from Season One
Newsroom - Voter Fraud and the American Taliban
Newsroom - The Greater Fool
Now that we live in the Bizarro World of the Beast "45" I'm hoping that Sorkin is back to chain smoking while he bangs away at the keyboard fortified with his beloved blend of cocaine and magic mushrooms and hard at work on his next opus. Heaven knows we need it.