With the bad comes the good ... THE GOOD POST!

By Steve Collier, Colorado Springs

You know, I truly am not a "doom and gloom" kind of guy. I believe strongly that good will always triumph over evil, no matter the cost. But how can you tell what is truly good without its evil counterpart to balance it and, more importantly, define what good is.

Without diving to far into that, I will occasionally post what I'd like to affectionately call "THE GOOD POST."This week's good post (man I sure hope I can keep this going once a month) centers around two areas:

1. We have been given our own digital "fist pump" (see Obama handshakes) by the Northeastern Pennsylvania Tea Party folks for exposing a story in the Tea Party circles on John Murtha, Mr. Pork Barrel extordinaire. Here's their kind-worded e-mail to us after we sent them the information:

"Nice work, Colorado Springs. Now, I'm wondering why we've never heard about it here in NEPA (That's Northeastern Pennsylvania.) FYI, our Tea Party in Stroudsburg, PA had a turnout of 454 documented attendees, in a county of 150,000. Now, we're hoping to connect up w/ the local Republican committee for a 4th of July event. Mike Avery
mikeaveryco@msn.com "

Nice words, huh? Here's the power of the 'Net folks... connecting people time zones across for the better of the country. In the words of the crazies at MSNBC, "it's like a tingle up my leg."

2. I don't normally like to inject myself into this conversation too much, but this is an awesome thing that only happens to you once in your life. My girlfriend Lindsey of 14 months has agreed to marry me. I proposed at her parent's house in Denver last night after she thought I was at work in C-Springs. While I'm not the easiest guy to live with, I am definitely the happiest man on Earth tonight (with the exception of those guys leaving Iraq/Afghanistan to come home stateside... I would imagine that's just as awesome).

I leave you with this quote from one of my favorite movies Captain Corelli's Mandalin:
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."