A Day in the Life of Chaos

I think the true measure of a man or of a woman for that matter is what they do with the entirety of their life.  No snapshot in time is good enough.  Only looking back at what they did, how they gave, how they treated others is it truly possible to pass judgement. As sparks fly in American presidential politics I think it is important to look back at our past presidents within living memory and consider what kind of men they were.  I think if anything is a true measure of the person it occurs in the post presidential years.  These are the years when these men whom reached the pinnacle of their own egos and power have to find a new voice and a new role.  They have spent their lives climbing in office and suddenly they can go no further.  They reached the zenith of ambition. I am not ashamed in the least at my liberal leanings and perhaps the error of my entire premise is that I approach it from a liberal perspective.  Liberals tend to focus on the we not the me and on humanity as a

One of the problems of being cognoscente of history and of the world around us is that  leads to self questioning.  What would I have done?  What would I do? They are questions that can be postulated but never really answered.  The truth lies only in the resolution of the moment as it confronts you, nothing more, nothing less. Of course there are the radical questions of true moral sincerity.  For instance if you lived in Germany during the war would you have sheltered a Jewish friend?  What if the decision came at risk to you and the lives of your family?  I like to think that I would have helped but only the moment could have really shed light on the true answer.  It is always easy to find reasons and make excuses for not doing something.  The people I truly admire are the ones that don't.  The ones that have convictions so strong they set aside the implications on their own lives.  I know a woman who gave up a life in America based on her political convictions during the Rea