I’m 31, an Iraq war veteran, a Penn State graduate, a Catholic, a native of State College, acquaintance of Jerry Sandusky’s, and a product of his Second Mile foundation. And I have fully lost faith in the leadership of my parents’ generation…
Think of the world our parents’ generation inherited. They inherited a country of boundless economic prosperity and the highest admiration overseas, produced by the hands of their mothers and fathers. They were safe. For most, they were endowed opportunities to succeed, to prosper, and build on their parents’ work. For those of us in our 20s and early 30s, this is not the world we are inheriting.
“That’s why this failure of the super committee represents a reckless, irresponsible gamble by our “leaders” in Washington. It’s difficult to remember a Congress that has put the nation so much at risk in the service of ideology and to hold onto office. Partisans on both sides are grievously failing the country.”—Have they gone nuts in Washington? (David Gergen/CNN)
“In Kingstown, the capital of St. Vincent and the Grenadines, I roamed the central covered market in awe. Every fruit and vegetable stand seemed to have a few bottles of green, orange or yellow pepper sauce on a shelf, and I loaded up. One bore a handmade label with an e-mail address on it. I told the lady selling it to keep in touch, and she asked, in a lovely Caribbean lilt, “And do you have the Twitter?”—I’ll Have the Red: Hot Sauce, Island by Island (New York Times)
“The joke of Hialeah [has] to do with the electorate’s propensity for re-electing candidates tainted by criminal investigations, indictments, newspaper exposes or flat-out felony convictions.”—Lord Henry’s Legacy Lives on in Hialeah (Fred Grimm/Miami Herald)