I see said the blind man, as he picked up his hammer and saw.

Mrs. Bald Man and I spent the afternoon enjoying the Earth's gravitational pull high above the cloud of winter inversion air that envelopes Salt Lake City. The proximity of the snow laden Wasatch to our home means we can enjoy our favorite pastime and still make it home in time to watch the football playoffs. I have to admit it is a bit depressing to see the haze covering the city as one drives down the canyon road toward home. I was actually feeling a bit sympatico with the environmentalists until I realized the Sundance Film Festival is currently happening across the mountains in Park City and every parking space at the executive airport has a private jet in it and every limousine in two counties is ferrying customers a few at a time up the hill to their mansions where they are filming videos showing their support for whatever PEBO asks of them. But that is fodder for another post.

While riding the chairlift we noticed a blind skier schussing down the hill. In case you are wondering how a blind person can ski, it isn't that they follow a line of braille points from top to bottom. The blind skier is followed closely by a, hopefully, sighted skier who yells "turn right", "turn left", "go straight" or "for God's sake stop". These guides are performing a great service and deserve every bit of praise you can heap on them but, if you are thinking the visually challenged has to have a lot of faith in their guide you are right. Both Mrs. Bald Man and I commented that we would never be able to do that if we lost our vision.

We wondered if it was the fact that we have had sight that had us doubting our ability to fully put ourselves at the hand of a guide. We've seen the ridges, gullies and cliffs that seem to be everywhere on a ski hill. Our speculation continued that it must be easier for someone who has never seen the troubles ahead to flail along at a high rate of speed on six foot long boards with only a screaming guardian angel over their shoulder as the buffer between them and a mouth full of tree bark.

It wasn't until a few hours later, at halftime of the Pittsburgh/Baltimore game when the perky ratings disaster Katie Couric spoke about the inauguration of PEBO, that my thoughts again turned to blind faith. To say Ms. Couric has drunk the Obama KookAid is an understatement. She and her associates in the media are gushing so much sugary sweetened hyperbole about the potential of the coming four years that I am in danger of becoming a diabetic just watching the nightly news.

This blind faith is infectious. Poll after poll shows that people are set to have all the world's wrongs righted and all their woes, umm, unwoeven. They are willing to forgo individual freedoms, put personal decisions into the hands of government and they are even willing to change the flag? What gives with the Obamanation flag anyway?

If you don't believe that our society has is turning into a bunch of drone bees drinking the medias nectar while worshiping at the feet of their leader, watch this:



To steal a line from Glenn Beck, I am not a smart man, I am just a thinker. It was the liberal's in Hait Ashbury who extolled us to "question everything". These same burnouts are now responsible citizens blindly going where no government has had us go before. (No, I don't know what the Star Trek reference is doing here but...it fits.) In the next few weeks, those of us without blinders, will see the change that was voted on in November begin to happen. If you can find a history book that hasn't already been changed to remove Ronald Reagan and add a chapter on the already successful presidency of Barack Obama, read it, copy it, save it and share it with everyone you can find.

If they ask why, tell them you saw it here.