I'm not sure how I feel today.
I look out the window and see sunny skies, but I know they lie.
The thermometer is the arbiter of truth and reads a balmy 34 degrees. Brrr!
There is laundry to do, as always, and the hooplah of doing it last for such a short time. Sure, it's exciting to have clean clothing in the drawers and on hangers in the closet. But there just isn't much to it after that.
I seldom see people in my day to day except from a distance.
I use the drive up when I go do any banking and I am separated from the teller by bulletproof glass and a little snorkle like drawer that snakes out to take and return the bits and pieces of paper and metal that we use to define our lives and the purchases that separate us by classes.
If I go out to eat by myself, which is more rare than discovering an indian head cent in the couch cushions, I use the drive-in window.
I am alone so much of the time that even the phrase 'being alone with my thoughts' sounds almost like a self-indulgence.
During the time I read the scriptures in the morning, I try to visualize what imagery the words of the passages evoke. Sometimes, it's like watching a movie in my head and I can see the people and the events as if I was there on the sidelines as it happened.
Sometimes, I have the TV or the radio on just for the sake of the company of another voice in the house.
I did watch the inaugural events yesterday and part of the National Cathedral's prayer service.
Though I made my own notes in my journal last night, I write a few ideas here as well.
That our new president is a person of mixed ancestry of which the society has chosen to focus on his African American heritage solely is an interesting thing. Many people spent their lives literally in the shadows as beings not considered human simply because of the color of their skin.
So for that reason, this is a history making moment.
But a greater moment goes unsaid, unmentioned and uninvited to the party.
We have just elected a man with no experience to the highest office in the land. And he wants to chit-chat with nations who would overrun America and impose Sharia law.
I try not to get worked up about it and I pray for our nation and for the new office holders and those who will be office holders in a matter of hours and days.
They have a dream. But it isn't the dream I see.
They see a nation where killing people for convenience is a great idea.
They see a nation where rewarding the slack, the lazy and the unwilling sounds fine.
They see a nation where the government gets to decide the type of morals we teach our kids.
They see a nation where any relationship should be considered marriage, except the ONE relationship that truly IS.
They see a nation where religion only matters when it comes to voting for their agenda.
They see a nation where education is micromanaged against the interests of the students.
They see a nation filled with quotas and set-asides and earmarks.
They see a nation where if we speak softly, everyone will 'be our friends'.
They see a nation that should relax its presence in the world and reduce our readiness to make our 'new friends' happy.
They see a nation where people who work are evil and greedy and mean and who should allow the government a free hand in determining what they are able to keep of their own earnings.
They see a nation that welcomes criminals and turns away the decent.
They see a nation that refuses to punish those who would destroy us because they'd rather have the praise of a few than do what is right by the many.
They see a nation that should divest itself of our responsiblity to share the blessings of freedom abroad because it isn't 'popular'.
I don't see what they see.
If I need new glasses to see the future they want for me, I think I'd rather just be blind. You see, the dream I have is that everyone will have opportunity and responsibility to seize the moment.
If people choose to fail - they should be allowed to fall.
If people choose to be lazy - they should go hungry.
If people choose to commit crimes - they should be punished.
If people of other nations don't like our policy to help the downtrodden - all aid to THEIR nation should stop. Now.
Yeah...I know. I sound like a cynic.
Maybe I am.
But I am sick and tired of the fringe element getting the attention and making everyone else feel like trash.
And another little reminder - the Hollywierd elite won't be so elite and can' afford to espouse their political diatribes if WE, the people, quit buying their crap! Don't go to the movies of someone who's political position is not what you believe! Don't buy their music! Don't purchase the products and endorsed merchandise they sell.
When they have to shop at Piggly Wiggly and the Dollar General like all of the rest of us, maybe they won't be so sure that liberalism really works for anyone who has to earn an honest living.
Just running my mouth via the keyboard today...
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