Enough is Enough!

I do hope I don't begin sounding like a sour grapes kind of a person.  But, I can't not write about what I see.
It's kinda difficult to get warmed up to what I really want to say here, but the levels of frustration I live with every day I'm sure will encourage me to do what I have to do.

I think the main reason why I am blogging today is that I feel like screaming.  The reason I feel like screaming is because I let the uncontrollable situation that my country is in overload my better judgement.  Some might say that because of my tendency towards consuming beverages that cause an eventual headache, I was on a path anyway, so all it took was a little something to lean me in that direction.  I take opposition to this narrow thought process.  Yes, I have a headache, and yes, I'll have to stay away from that brew for enough time to feel better, but the issues that caused me to fall over still exist.  So, I am not going to take it personally.  Sometimes people get to a point in their lives that they feel like getting drunk.  Getting a bit of a buzz is different than burying one's self in the junk.  I got a little drunk, now I am ready to not do it anymore...at least not today because it feels so bad!
Now, back to the question that I woke up with.  Do I have what it takes to be a writer?  I guess I won't exactly have the answer to that question unless I actually write something.  And further, if I wrote something, what would I want to write about?  The level of my personal frustration is sometimes overwhelming.  But, what am I so frustrated about?  My position in life?  It just appears like I ought to adjust to the exact situation I am in, and not keep thinking I ought to be in a different situation.  Sometimes, I just do not want to think about it.  Is this normal?  Further, what is normal for a 65 year old man (coming quickly up on 66)?  I really think that there is no "normal" in this marketplace.  None of the values that I thought I had seem to count anymore, so what can be expected of one like me who has to grope for the very foundations of his own history?
Sometimes I notice how much of what I have done over the years is now irrelevant.  

A sampling of America today. Happy, diverse, related, excited, community, belief. I don't know why I put this picture up here, other than the fact that the two on the right are my one and only daughter, standing next to my Grandson Chase Morgan. From what I can see, Chase is the brightest light in our genepool. He is a gentle spirited lad who excels in everything he does. He is destined towards fame and fortune. I think the reason I am so concerned about him these days is that he needs to be protected from the darkness that exists. Watching him grow into a fine young lad is one of the highlights of my whole existence. Ought I just pray for him? Or, ought I DO something to keep him from harm. These are perplexing questions, considering my own quandaries, and the observations that flow from my fingers. Allow me to elaborate. I still wake up in the middle of the night questioning whether or not there are opposing forces at work. Good and evil, strong and weak, Light and darkness.  You know the deal.  He is such a pure spirit, and I don't want the world and it's horrors to infiltrate the cleanliness of this little boy's obvious shining destiny. So, this is my