Clinton sticks her goose neck out. Obama wears a line on his sleeve. Nancy swears she will not cut funding. Ah. Right.

I was standing outside in the dark just watching the light rain fall and actually finding myself enjoying the brisque coldess of the unseasonable temperatures, when a young man driving a rather loud car almost came to a stop at the intersection behind our place.

His near stop could be best described as an improper treatment of wet pavement. His determination to beat the odds were quite evident in the way his foot cleverly, never left the accellorator while the other, most improperly, managed to poorly press the brake.

Apparently in an instant of recognition, he embarrassed himself at the sloppy use of his left leg, which would never have happened if someone had cared enough to teach him how to drive a car.

Not alone in the vehicle the embarrassment was quickly overcome by the bravado of supreme cover, the powerful use of a powerful machine proving manhood to a child, he pushed the accellerator with every bit of his right leg's ability causing the rear of the vehicle to swerve to the left.

Such a mistake was itself embarrassing, resulting in a very well executed quick counter turn, straightening the car and roaring it down the road at what appeared to me, standing oh, 60 feet away and in the dark and actually cold to be about 50 miles an hour.

We are used to the noise of the boys on weekend nights as they use the long desert road to our side as a launching strip but it is quite rare when the subdivision road behind us becomes a stage.

Someone fired off a shotgun into the intersection roadway a few weekends ago. Its what happens in the desert, I suppose.

But in this case I was standing there and witnessed the whole thing and I wished him harm.

Not severe harm, mind you, and absolutely no harm to anyone else. That result would occur sometime in the near future if the yound lad did not learn a lesson the hard way.

I wished him harm. That he would suffer a result of the small infraction of law and good sense and I wished him well, as well.

I wished he would not be harmed too much, in that he would be around to use the knowledge he would gain in that lesson.

And it struck me as a moment of opportunity. If the meaning of life is to know, because if the meaning of life is not to know, or if knowing is not the meaning of life, then life would literally have no meaning. Being human I can comprehend that concept because I know that I am. The less I know that I am the more likely I would be not to quite grasp the importance of a completely non-arguable statement.

It is like being brought into reality, without warning. A hole in one's memory, that bit of knowledge that is missing that when learned immediately fills the hole, is the act of jumping into reality. It can be a rude or a pleasant discovery.

Finding out who you really are; experiencing love, for real, for the only time (because if it isn't the last time, it wasn't love either); or in the reverse, learning that what you thought was reality is actually only your perception of reality: are all things that are best explained by the hole.

Imagine you are treading water in a large round pool. You would be living on your memory, which is what all creatures with brains, do. If you suddenly found out, or you found it out over a long period of time and have just suddenly come to accept it as true; that the memory you have tread on is a lie, a deception, a concoction of other people's hatreds and fears you would know what it would feel like to have the 'wool pulled out from under you', or the shock of discovering a painful fact.

In that reverse, the sudden awareness of knowledge recently gained raises you up as the hole fills and supports you more, but at first, feels like an improper pressure, encroaching on the struggle you alone have carried on, doing without, without knowing you were without.

And that is why I firmly believe Liberals will learn. And I wish them well.

I wish them well , in that I sincerely hope the consequences of their acts and fears and hatreds is not too much when they learn that reality is not something perceived. They will learn that reality is what can be observed, and is therefore existing independent of a belief, or perception, or an opinion or a hatred of fear.

There cannot be, but one party. We cannot lose the party of Roosevelt, Truman and Kennedy. We cannot be without the strong ideals of helping others and caring for the less fortunate. We simply cannot. Unlike the N.A.A.C.P., with ideals and goals at its beginning; what the Democratic party had become, was luckily not what it started out to be. What it has now become is worse than it began, as it is doing the same thing, it is just doing it deceptively.

I hope they are able to manage that happening with enough gusto remaining to apply what they learn. Or that lesson would not be worth teaching and the consequences would become that of others.

When the new Democratic congress starts the tilt to awareness, and the American people realize they did indeed not know how to drive the car: I wish them well, too.

And what an October surprise, that would have made.