He said that there would always be undercover spies in any group of more than four people protesting government, and I should only fight when I could win, and then reluctantly.
Keep a low profile and never trust the government. I believed in the letter and spirit of the constitution, so I resented the idea that a pragmatic acceptance of a certain level of corruption and lying was necessary for the operation of the regime, and had little or nothing to do with which party was in power. Ah, the naivete of youth!
Now I grow old and cynical from observing the reality of my times, and when I am confronted with blatant idealism and hope, inspired by yet another leader whose ideas and oratory have charmed the liberal lemmings of the vaguely left, I cringe in vicarious pain for the disappointment and defeat I fear they will soon suffer. I foresee terrible times where racism dictates the results in all too many states of our nation. I see another war or two in the future, already rigged by the outgoing villains of neo-conservative imperialism. Things are going to get worse before they get better, if they ever do, as I see it through a glass darkly.
All of which sets me up to be a curmudgeon, preaching fire and brimstone to sinners who will go ahead with their errant ways, despite my sage advice.
I refuse to become that discouraging voice in the debate. I will not disbelieve the rejection of racism by a new generation of pierced and tattooed volunteers for Obama, the great brown hope of progressives this year. I will not wince at the idea that inspiration can carry the day against the forces of evil that I might prefer to combat directly. I will not scoff at the chances of any president overcoming the vast global distaste with which our country is currently viewed by allies and enemies alike. Better I remain silent than sing a song of defeat to the rebels of tomorrow.
I have been inspired by heroes and causes that I truly believe in to this day, but most of them are dead or lost, and I am too old and bitter to listen to the sirens of hope.
"Travus T. Hipp" is a 40-year veteran radio commentator with six stations in California carrying his daily version of the news and opinions. "The Poor Hippy's Paul Harvey," Travus is a member of the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame, but unemployable in the Silver State due to his eclectic political views.