The American ship of state has launched. All on board sense a journey into uncertain dangerous waters. A short time ago we stood on the dock and listen to the two men who wanted to be captain. Both told us we were in for perilous times, both warned us that ghosts of our parents and grandparents' generations would soon be seen in our world. They would arrive as news clips, books, family conversations and in many other formats. Their common message would be what it was like to live in a time of war and economic depression. Ugly history would become a modern challenge to a new generation, born into material wealth, spiritual poverty, and diversity on a scale never experienced in America. Handicap ghosts America never really knew in World War II and the Great Depression were about to appear. So we chose a captain and set sail. As the coastline of familiar America fades, a fog sets in. Some refuse to look away from the comforts of America past. Some stare across an endless sea of America future and wonder. Some just keep their eyes closed hoping they will not be tossed overboard as the storms intensifies. We have a captain. He was our choice. We study his every word, each decision and wonder...did we make the right choice? Will our nation survive the storms? How many of us will be lost at sea? What part of history will return, and this time beat us? The clouds show ghosts of America past...secession, war, depression, and racial warfare. Human rights seem threatened all over the globe. Asia and Africa systematically abuse them. Europe seems sleeping again as it was before World War II as this, our source of the Enlightenment, slowly dissolves into cultural suicide. America seems strangely alone in the turbulent sea. February 2009, America at sea...
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