Milk the movie

Last night I re-visited the Milk film.  Had me in tears as it did the first time I saw it.

With all the present media play of the political conventions that are taking place this month - to see the miss-direction taking place, I find it hard to maintain any believability in what is being promoted by the use of gilt and glitter, smoke and mirrors and the black hole, for what is referred to as political dialog.

Why is it that our generation had to witness the demise of so many people that truly were and did, make change possible?  Granted it was so far removed from the false activities that are palmed off answers and solutions today, when they are just covers for the continuous drumbeat of simple, demeaning or camouflage, continuation of an existing process of self-aggrandizement?

Maybe the answer can be found in the story of Milk. 

There are great sections of this country that prefer the circus, the games of chance, the hope of winning the lottery, the carrot at the end of the stick.

Milk knew better.