Even limited exposure to the Republican and Democratic conventions during the last two weeks has has given me a searing case of heartburn. Excerpts from the various speeches read like a litany of doom. If, as Jean Baptiste Massieu once said, “Gratitude is the memory of the heart,” the hearts of some of these politicians seem to be experiencing early signs of Alzheimer's.
This overwhelming focus on the negative comes at great cost, and nowhere is this more apparent than in the shouts of all we have to lose should the “wrong” candidate win. It’s hard to tell if it’s “morning in America” when we’ve set our watches to the Doomsday Clock. In the midst of getting caught up in this collective shirt-rending, I remember H.U. Westermayer explaining that the Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts yet still set aside a day of thanksgiving.