It’s been a tough year. We lost at the beginning, we lost in the middle, and if tonight goes the way the mainstream media wants it to go, we lost at the end too. This constant losing has left a stain in my mind that I can’t seem to shake, as of late. This melancholy world of downers has left me stumped. I can’t seem to make much sense of it on my own. 

Well, you see, I’m a logical man, and logical men are usually most logical when logic is needed. I being in a slump and unable to understand on my own, made the logical decision to call up an old friend. It’s been an awful long time since we last spoke, and I don’t think we’ve really ever spoken, at least not on equal grounds. He’s one of those strong silent types. He’s been giving all sorts of funny names over the years, but I know him best of all, as does everyone.

Our talk was good, I used reason and fact, instead of emotion. I spoke truly, I spoke to him as any boy should, with a voice filled with regret and respect. I figured he may just be the only person capable of making sense of my thoughts, but as he listened to me, he seemed at a loss for words. In essence, I was confused, so again I spoke, less with facts, more with emotion. Still no answer. So, I screamed, I pleaded at the top of my lungs, begging for an answer, for a shining light to show me the way. Then it hit me and it shook me to my very core.