August 17, 2017
A depressing revisit to the 80's. It wasn't the 80's of Cyndi Lauper and shoulder pads, a time of neon colored innocence. It was the time of Regan and watching a nation silently condemn its unwanted to a mysterious plague. I was a remembrance of preachers and politicians explaining God's hatred. It was a surreal and hopeful look that this time would be survived by man, if not by our faith. A hope that we would rise above to never repeat. Watching this hope in light of the current world state was timely if not deeply saddening. At the best, you could say that the world is not getting worse. More realistically, you are forced to ask if we will ever learn?