A Different Drummer

            Marching to the beat of a different drummer always has been suspect.  It seems only artists have the gall to begin such a revolution.  America her last two decades has become weak, apathetic, and uncaring.  I take pride in the notion after hearing Rick Santorum speak on C-SPAN months ago, I knew only he would be the viable Republican presidential candidate.  Iowa it seems, throbbing to the beat of a “new” drummer, also cast Santorum above the ridiculous lot of soap-box-shouting, media present, seemingly conservative Republicans.  A small victory was won in my head.  Many things I think and feel are diverted by modern day society.  Often I feel guilty for being a college-educated man.  Often I feel guilty still for possessing the possible love of a woman.  Often I feel guilty for feeling a need for heterosexual interaction, love, and sexual fulfillment.  If I weren’t careful I would begin to believe 2012 would be the seeming end of the world.  I am not sure how in America the “good guy” became the “bad guy.”  I am tired of feeling guilty for being good, but my conscience predicates I should.  Still I receive no tangible reward of which I am aware.  Still in deep emotional pain, thwarting the imminent result, I persevere.  I feel alone with little spiritual fulfillment.  Only my brain serves me on task daily not to drop its guard allowing me to become an uneducated manipulated putz.  It is your brain that drives the truck.  It is your brain, not your dick, that creates that drum beat.