Hate is fear, and fear is rot. That cankers root and fruit alike-Robert Graves
An interesting thing happened this morning, I normally get up a couple of hours before my wife, it gives me time to study and think. Well, this morning, about 7:30, I'm comfortable in a chair and a half by the front window, drinking my coffee and studying fluid mechanics for a test Monday when a car stops out front. I don't think much of it, then I hear the car door and I'm thinking "Great, they want to sell me something". But no, much to my incredulity, I hear spew forth a vitriolic stream of profanity and epithets directed at the campaign sign in my front yard. Now I'm not given to either panic or rage, and the door is still locked, so my response is more one of bemusement than anything. But later it occurred to me, regardless of any outcome come November, America is a deeply wounded and divided nation. How very sad.