to hell in a purse

i swear it seems like the world is going there. (my daughter, when about 4 years old, changed the idiom to her own understanding. (-: handbasket to purse.)

anyway.

the other day I saw a quote on facebook. something to the effect that no matter how bad things get, eventually love will always win out. i have to say that while that's a really nice notion, i'm not so sure that it's very true.

i know that from my own life experiences. and i'm not at all hopeful that love is going to win in the situation in syria. i'm not too sure that arial castro's suicide had any more to do with love than his crimes. i'm not at all confident that my governor and my legislators will ever have any love in their hearts for children or for democracy, for that matter. i'm not sure that politicians will ever give up their election money in return for having a safer and/or a healthier world. i'm not sure the religious right will ever realize that their stance against gay marriage is a despicable denial of human rights. i'm not sure that rich white men will ever care about children who have already been born as much as they seem to care about a fetus. or for that matter, that they will ever stop using fetuses to get elected.

i'm really just not sure that good ever wins over evil. or that love ever triumphs.

yes, i'm pessimistic. and i'm cynical. and i'm discouraged. and not at all hopeful.

and what ya gonna do? in a world where it doesn't seem like you can do anything that helps. in a world that's going to hell in a purse.

i guess the only answer is "the best you can."