Let Me Think For You

We, as humans, must learn to think. That’s where the problem lies. We are never taught to think for ourselves. First, our parents tell us what to think, then, school tells us what to think. Then, some person in authority tells us what we should be thinking. Oh, and don’t forget about the people on TV who talk just to hear their lips rattle. Thinking takes work, and people are lazy. Why not let someone else do all of your thinking for you? It’s easier that way.

What I am about to write will cause the reader to think, so you should stop here. Hell, I should probably stop writing, because to write what I am about to write could cause my head to hurt due to being overworked. As I wrote in the opening paragraph to this soapbox approach to thought-provoking, hopefully hell-raising, ideas, thinking takes work. People are lazy. Why think when your thinking can be done for you by others?

So, let me do some thinking for you.

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Let’s Go To War. Is That It?

I showed a neighbor of mine the picture you see here and the first words out of her mouth was, “If there’s any spanking to be done, I wanna be first.”

I replied, “Mae, you’re 83 years old. Nobody is going to spank you.”

“No? Then, how about I spank you?” she declared and came at me with the fly swatter.

I ran to protect myself. I didn’t think I’d have any trouble outrunning her, but it was a close call. The walker she uses has wheels. Big, fast wheels. I had a helluva time staying a step ahead of her.

I say all that to say this:

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Circle The Wagons

We’re only a week into the new year and already we can see that the old year is not done with us, yet. 2020 will just not lay down and die. It will not go out peacefully. From what we witnessed yesterday we should now realize that time does not mean a thing when it comes to the despicable acts of people. Specific people, and people in general. A new year? Not hardly. Not yet.

There are very few individuals that can be held responsible for what transpired in our nation’s capital yesterday, but it puts a bad light on all of us in the eyes of the world. How many years, decades, generations will it take to recover what has been lost? I don’t think that is possible in my lifetime. What few years I have left are only a drop in the amount of water that is going to have to pass under the bridge for life to begin to return to what we once had. If it can.

I’ve always heard that one bad apple can spoil the barrel. If yesterday wasn’t proof, then I don’t know what is. When I was reading the headlines of the papers from countries around the world last night I was appalled. Their words said it all. And with such clarity. People, we have lost our standing among the nations of the world. The slide began a few years ago, but it has picked up steam in the past couple, and dropped over the precipice into the abyss of darkness yesterday.

It is now time that we circle the wagons and hope that the calvary arrives before it’s too late. I am not in position to do that on a national level, but I can sure do it on a local level. I think we all can. I would like to persuade everyone else to concentrate taking care of their own, their family, their friends. Pull them near. Hold them close. Appreciate them for who they are. Know that, as a small group, you will not be able to influence the large world, but you can sure influence and take care your small world.

If everyone were to accomplish that, then maybe, just maybe, our collective whole can do that which just one of us cannot. I never thought I’d live through what I saw yesterday. I hope I make it long enough to witness the recovery, or at least the beginning of a recovery.

Good night, Mrs. Jackson, wherever you are.