It would be easy for me to attribute my growing cynicism to my growing older.
After all, most people tend to get nostalgic for the “better times” of yesteryear. I was born in the mid-60s, and by the mid-1970s, it was the 50s that were being fondly remembered in shows like “Happy Days.”
Upon reflection, though, my cynicism doesn’t stem from nostalgia. Having grown up in the 1970s, I tend to think of my teen years are full of suckage.
No, my growing cynicism has been fully earned by the institutions I no longer trust.
By now, you may have read about the massive corruption in Minnesota’s state government, which is no doubt duplicated throughout the country in Deep Blue states. It is much worse than it was when I first noticed that the non-profit industrial complex was a total scam, as every urban planning and rail project turns out to be.
Hellbound and Down 