It’s Over. . .or Nearly

I can finally relax! The Batchelor got his girl, the dance champions have been crowned, and the Idol contest is down to the last go round and I hear the final two are equally matched. Jack Bauer has saved the United States (again), Paris is going to serve her time, and the SuperBowl is coming to Dallas.

Nevermind that war rages on multiple fronts, Congress is out of control, Truth is being exchanged for the lies of immorality, and the world is racing toward Hell in a handbasket. The Church has lost it’s voice, schools are failing to produce competent students, and society approaches critical failure.

It’s time for me to quote Alfred E. Newman — “What, me worry?”