You'll have to forgive me.

I sense that many of my fellow Americans are uptight. Nervous. Insecure. Worried. Stressed. At least that goes for many of you anonymous people that submit comments for this blog. That's really too bad. You seem to think that immigrants are taking over our country. Or that Barack Obama is a socialist. Maybe even a foreign-born Muslim. And you think that universal health care will be the ruination of the nation. Because everybody will be required to have health insurance. And you think I'm a low-down jerk for suggesting that some Alzheimer care-givers are cry babies and whiners. Yes, most of you seem to be unhappy. Maybe even in depression. Quite possibly, it's the economy that has you lamenting. You think the sky is falling. And you suggest I'm nuts for being an optimist. For being in love. Not only with my girlfriend. But with life in general. But I can't help it. That's my nature. So you'll have to forgive me. For being what I am. Me. --Jim Broede