There seems to be little hope and little change to go around these days.
Old people are grumpier and crazier than ever before. Young people are dumber and more apathetic than ever before.
In Washington, Congress canâ€™t come to a consensus on anything. Not Obamacare, not Donâ€™t Ask Donâ€™t Tell, and especially not the rightful birthplace of President Barack â€“â€“ Kenya, or something like that.
In California, stoners canâ€™t get stoned just for the sake of getting stoned, unless you have a plethora of trumped up health problems. Or if youâ€™re not a complete pansy.
But worst of all, whereâ€™s all the snow?! For the love of god, the humanity! The hu-man-it-ty!
But there is a beacon of light showing brightly from the Sunshine State. People are up in arms, taking to the streets shouting things like, â€œWe shall overcomeâ€ and â€œCome on baby light my fire.â€
Their cause: To remedy one of the worst atrocities committed upon American citizens in the history of our great nation. That citizen? Jim Morrison.
You see, Jimmy Mo, the notorious leader of The Doors was arrested at a Miami concert in 1969 on charges of indecent exposure and profanity.
Morrison was convicted for showing his little winky, but died before he could serve his sentence.
But Florida Gov. Charlie Crist wouldnâ€™t stand to see Morrisonâ€™s name tarnished, and in the immortal words of The Doors, â€œThe time to hesitate is through.â€
In a time of a stalled government and political chaos, Crist took a bold step to stand for something important and pardoned Morrison.
Jim must be rolling in his grave, singing, â€œThis is the end. My only friend, the end.â€