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Sometimes I just sit and daydream and I just slip away from here

If only I had a crystal ball or could invent a time machine
I’d go into the future, take a good look around
And see what life has in store for me

- Faster Pussycat, “Nonstop to Nowhere”

 

Now that the Democratic primaries are finally over, we have two confirmed candidates for the Presidency of the United States.  (Of course, there are also a number of “third party” candidates as well.  But realistically, most will vote Republican or Democrat because even if they prefer someone else they’ll feel as though they’re wasting their vote.  But that’s another rant for another time.)

If there’s one thing I love about presidential election season, it’s candidates who promise things they know they can’t deliver.  Without Congressional support, a president by himself (as it apparently will be come January 20, 2009) really has little they can do for the country.  Well, outside of short-term warfare and edicts about government business - nothing that impacts the majority of everyday folks on an everyday basis.  My question is not if we will see such promises from both candidates, but rather, when and how frequently they will occur.

Regardless of whether or not I’m excited by a particular candidate, I’ll still vote - especially for a big November election like this one.  After all, if that cinematic epic Team America: World Police taught us anything, it’s that freedom isn’t free.

February 21, 1993 was the night I became a fan of professional wrestling. Some family members were visiting, and at the time, they were wrestling fans. Dad got a WCW pay-per-view, and I sat there not really knowing what to make of it all. Then, two men stepped into the ring that night in Asheville, NC, and had a brilliant 20-minute match. It was so wonderful that I was immediately a fan. From that moment forward, I found myself watching every TV program I could, reading every magazine I could find, and listening religiously to a weekly radio show that aired in my hometown. One of those men used the ring name 2 Cold Scorpio.

Nearly one year ago, the other man, in an act that shocked co-workers, friends and family alike, took the lives of his wife, one of his children, and himself.

In the last year, wrestling fans have gone from being in shock to actually wondering when WWE would show footage of him again. As shocking as this may seem for those who could care less about pro wrestling, fans and performers have become conditioned to treat poor storylines and gimmicks as if they never happened.

And those fans aren’t trying to be crass; they merely want to remember the twenty years of greatness that occurred prior to a weekend of tragedy. I know - I also wish the clock could be turned back as well. But it can’t, and there are two families - one in Canada, the other in the States - for whom forgetting can never be an option.