That Gritty Taste

After washing that gritty taste of the powdered medicine out of my mouth. I rewarded myself with a tasty multivitamin and B12 gummy vitamin to cleanse my palette. After that, I took a sweet sip of lukewarm coffee, which my wife brought to my study over an hour ago. But we never complain, it’s too damn early in the morning for that, for you never disturb the Great Michael Strahan. My wife’s many defenders would say. “Now quit picking on her!” To which I reply, “You don’t live with her.”
 
But I’m trying to be a civilized person this morning, while the rest of the country is going bat shit crazy. And can you blame them, apparently they have been given permission by the crazy Uncle you sit in the big chair at holidays, and hope he fells asleep. But my question is, who’s to blame? The uncle? Or the minions that beg for his permission? Power is a temping seed which in a way we all crave. Some of us just a little, some of us a whole lot.
 
In my house I am really a reluctant ruler, a caregiver by default. But as the sun rises over the grey clouds, I hope that in time, the compassionate majority of this country will rise up and embrace their power. And I don’t mean by the Jackboot or the gun. But by peaceful assembly and the protest across this great nation. To all say in unison, “No Mas!” Now you may be part of that frightened minority that believes compassion and hope are bad.
 
But I’m telling you on an individual level, most want the same for their kids as you do….they want peace. But Jackboots and Brown shirts ain’t going to do it. This is a democracy, not a kingdom or dictatorship. “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness”.     
 
#Life #Liberty #Happiness #Compassion #Empathy #Democracy