“Where have all good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules, to fight the rising odds?’
Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need.
I need a hero.
I’m holding out for a hero ’til the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong, he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh for the fight.”
Mama told me never to talk politics or religion. Funny she would say that because she always did. Mama took an active role in politics. She campaigned for Faubus and Wallace. Whoa! Wallace you say? Yes. Wallace. Why? Because he had guts and wasn’t afraid to stand up for what he believed. So, today I’m breaking Mama’s rule to keep my mouth shut. Because I’m fed up!
I am weary of the postings on Face Book concerning Obama and Romney. I turn down the volume on my car radio when political ads come on. I switch channels on TV when Romney bashes Obama and Obama bashes Romney. Neither one is saying anything new. Neither one cares about the American Public. It’s all a huge dog and pony show.
I am so disappointed in American Government.
My disillusionment with government stared long before today, however. I was in eighth grade history class when I learned the electoral college elects the President, not the American public.
“What? No way!” I augured with my teacher but to no avail. Right then and there, at 12 years of age, I vowed I would never vote until my vote counted. Oh sure, my teacher assured me that my vote did count– for the electoral college, and these men would always vote the way the public wished. Really? Who says? Nope. Not good enough. Is this truly how a democracy works? For the people? By the people?
Quite a few years have passed since 8th grade history class. I have yet to vote. Not because of the electoral college thing but because “where have all good men gone, and where are all the gods?” I need John Wayne. Superman. Captain America. I need a hero.
America needs a hero.
America needs a leader brave enough to stand up for what is right, not politically correct. Be it man or woman in the Oval office, I want someone with guts. Someone that will kick ass and take names. Someone that puts America first, that fights for us. That doesn’t cower in the corner afraid of offending countries that spit in the face of America, (even though we give them money) burns our flag, kills our soldiers. I want a hero that doesn’t play politics! That doesn’t give a damn about Big Oil, Big Money, Big Bullies.
Will it ever happen?
A real-life hero would have a hard time getting elected and even if he/she did, his/her’s hand would be tied. It takes big money to get elected. Another sad yet true fact in American government. Compromises must be made. Big Money controls everything–and corrupts.
I wonder what would happen if America went on strike? If the American public refused to vote? Maybe the people of The United States can be the hero that is desperately needed. Makes ya wonder, doesn’t it? Then I’d vote. Hell. Then I’d run for President.
I am neither liberal or conservative, Republican or Democratic.
I’m an American, praying for a hero.