The cork has been popped on the fermentation of hate, greed, ignorance and despair, snaking through the veins and arteries of our country…
Festering.
Septic.
It’s not about who’s coming into our country.
It’s about us, we who are here.
It’s about turning our heads, covering our eyes, thinking, hoping it won’t affect us–maybe the other guys, but not us, not our families, not our friends. Or writing it off as just politics…Or being so embeded in our day-to-day lives in the distractions du jour…It’s about not looking up and outside the window of our lives…Not listening, hoping it will go away…Or writing it off as “just politics.” It’s about believing someone else will fix it when most of our leaders are stunned into silence or afraid to speak out or holding tight to what they think they have.
It’s about the porous boundaries of our sleeping minds that allow “a reality show” to merge into reality…
Or is it the other way around?
It’s about apathy.
It’s about not understanding that everyone’s “one vote” counts.
The real scary part: it’s about not knowing how Hitler came to power…Listen and you’ll hear the dictator’s voice.
(To learn about my neighborhood dogs at our cottage, scroll down to: “A Tale of Tails.”)
Accurate to the core