Thinking about the death of the Pope, I realized that my generation has been blessed by the toils of great men (and one woman). Reagan, Thatcher, John Paul II, Walesa, Havel; these people understood the evils of Communism and the need for the unwavering commitment to its destruction.
Today, I don't see the same men and women dedicated to the fight for freedom as I saw as a young adult. As I get older, Is my cynicism for pusillanimous politicians clouding my judgment? Spending 13 years in the employ of the government and seeing federal judges more concerned for their comfort than the Constitution may have something to do with it, but I just don't see them. Maybe, George Bush will be such a man, but any transformation of the Middle East is in its infancy (and his embrace of big-government Conservatism has me on edge). Maybe, some figure from the Middle East will rise up and demand liberty and modernism from its leaders. Maybe, pigs will fly.
I just despair a bit, that my son's generation will not be able to have men on the world stage to look up to and realize that there are things in life bigger than they are and that the sacrifices of men do not go in vain. And, I do despair, that the history books will not do justice to the men that strode the Earth like Titans and that I was blessed to witness history as it was made.