I worry about stuff. I worry about details. I stress about problems, and when there are no problems, I worry that I’m overdue. I worry that I’m writing crap and I worry that not enough people are reading the crap I write. I worry about the things I’ve done, the things I haven’t done, and the things I don’t know that I’ve done or not done. Take yesterday, for example. I worried that my site statistics were on the decline and I stressed over having nothing particularly cogent or pertinent to share. I did my usual article by article search of Huffington Post and CNN.com, and even noted the headline about the Supreme Court overturning another state’s ban on same-sex marriage, thinking to myself, “Great! One more state down, thirty or forty to go,” and completely missed the story of the day by failing to click and find out that the state in question was my very own bright RED uber-conservative god-fearing Mike Pence-led Indiana. My bad. But here’s where the glass starts being half-full. In the midst of my whining and failure to report a local scoop, I had more site hits yesterday than in the past two weeks. Begging apparently has an effect.
Let me be the first (or more like the ten thousand and first) to congratulate Federal Judge Richard Young for ruling that Indiana’s ban on gay marriage was unconstitutional. It was the right thing to do and it was about time. It came right on the heels of a similar ruling by the federal courts in Utah on Wednesday. Clearly the tide of progress, tolerance, and human dignity is building momentum, and that’s where that glass remains optimistically filling. But there’s always someone eager to rain on even the happiest parade, and they are not far behind. My gay friends in the Hoosier state would be smart to get to the altar sooner rather than later, because suits will be filed, stays will be contemplated and almost certainly issued, constitutional amendments will be pushed, and even marriages signed sealed and consummated today may be reversed and denied tomorrow. But for today love and sanity are triumphing over hate and fear. Glass half-full.
The federal courts were full of surprises yesterday. The Supreme Court unanimously ruled that the police need a warrant to search the contents of your cell phone, which is about the biggest concession SCOTUS has made to civil liberties since the Miranda decision. So that’s good news. The glass is half-full. Still, it makes you wonder how the court can rule the contents of your iPhone to be sacrosanct, but the contents of your bladder to be in the public domain. It’s the sort of dichotomy I’ll never understand. At the same time, while it’s very nice that State Trooper Jackboot can’t see who you’ve been sending pictures of your tattooed and pierced junk to, the NSA not only has their names and numbers, but they know about that little rash you’ve been concerned over…it’s probably just from the heat. Nothing to worry about. The glass is half-full.
Which brings me back to me (it’s Kibbitz Corner, where it’s all about me all the time). I may worry that I don’t have as many readers as George Will, but no one is accusing me of being a paternalistic insensitive mysogynist either. In fact, I figure I have about two dozen people whose days aren’t complete without a dose of Wendellisms, and another two dozen who check in when the moon is in the correct phase. I appreciate all of you. When I finally write the book, I promise to autograph your copies. The other sixty or so will be in my attic, just in case my fame multiplies posthumously. In the meantime, I’ll be off the grid until next Tuesday, visiting my son in the Mile High City (make of that what you will). But I should have some great stories and stunning pics when I return, so all in all, the glass is half-full.
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