No, actually, you aren't saddened. You're delighted that he calls them "some mistakes," because it gives you yet another springboard from which to launch your smug, tired assault on the US government. "Look at me," you shout to the grown-ups while twirling about at their cocktail party, "I'm politically aware, I'm morally superior!" You carve out your obnoxious little social niche by dutifully informing the rest of us how evil we are, how "blind" we are, what hypocrites we are.
You know what? We already know. We're all blind, we're all evil, we're all hypocrites. Including you. The world is not a comic book. It is a big messy mural in progress, with scenes of horrifying savagery and outstanding beauty. Those of us without personality issues to nurse choose to roll up our sleeves and improve the world one brushstroke at a time, rather than sit back in a battered beanbag of self-satisfaction and fling feces at the easiest targets.