Sliced & Diced

 So I guess the current frat boys and future corporate CEOs got their wish last night and turned the People’s House into a fraternity house. I’m sure that’s been the wish of every wanna-be proud boy in the country. To take that nearly holy beacon “freedom for all” and paint it up like a cheap whore. But such as it is, as the country melts down to its lowest denominator.

But what can I say, Happy Independence Day!

Life around here is crawling back to normal; I’m still finding new aches and pains while others go down. My head has definitely cleared up from its weeks’ worth of fog, so maybe I can make sense now when I talk. But just as my doctors more than warned me, it’s the internal work that really needs healing. It’s funny how fragmented one can feel when diced and sliced from the inside. But despite the lack of external sutures, there's a great many on the inside.

So while I wait for the hole in my heart to heal, and the plug to fit snug into place, and the entry point on my upper groin to mend... You’re left with me looking out the window, staring at the frat boys cheering, “USA, USA!”, while sending your sons and daughters off to war.

Listen, I don’t mean to sound so solemn; I mean, after all, we're supposed to be big enough to listen to all points of view. But when those views trample on the “least of these,” I take those views into question. Our forefathers were far from perfect, but they spoke up and debated their views. And yes, while we are far from perfection, at least most of us are trying. Yes, we have our crazy uncles, but at least many of them fought for this country.

So, what have the frat boys done?

#Greed #Prejudice #CommonGood #Democracy #Fear