I raised my hand and swore to uphold the Constitution against all enemies, foreign and domestic on a cold Friday the 13th in February several years ago. And while I've never been superstitious, I do have some fears.
I fear the bullet that I don't hear, I fear that our entitlement system will bankrupt America and reduce us to a 3rd world state, I fear that our 2nd Amendment is being legislated out of existence and the type of people that think that’s an OK thing to do. I fear for the sissification of our youth. I fear that on the world stage, our generosity is being mistaken as a sign of weakness and I fear that our education system is a system that fails to educate. I see fear in the eyes of my neighbors, the late night cashier, girl scouts selling cookies door to door, and the lost child that can’t trust his priest, his scout leader, and the social system that’s supposed to look out for them. I fear that our throw-away society will one day want to throw me away too. I fear the policeman with predatory eyes and the politician with a vote for sale to the highest bidder. I fear that the “extra” ingredients in our food are making us sick, and the lack of bees in our perfectly green lawns. I fear the air I breath may be more polluted that the water I drink. And I fear my new internet friend lied to me and is not really a Nigerian Prince.
But my biggest fear is not being able to keep a sharp knife sharp.
