Change – New Horizons

I find myself hoping and praying for better things.  Like most American’s I need some good news, but I don’t seem to be hearing any?  I openly welcome change, but still kind of doubt it is going to appear in time to turn all this around.

Sorry, I am just not a cheerleader for the cause today, it just isn’t here.

Our working congressional leaders, and I use that word (working) loosely, are going to debate the issues until they eventually fade away.  Mainly because they are as usual, miles apart on any viable solution to this national malaise.

Their main thrusts are “payday’s” not solutions.

We are just now learning how to live with the threat of terrorism at home, all the while, failing to recognize that a lot of our terrorists are already here in the form of gangs and imported crime from across our border to the south.

Borders that used to be safe and secure, we now watch with a wary eye at night, knowing full well that there are those who would cross in the dark to do injury to us.

We recently shut down one jail, but that is just the start.  We now lead the world in the category of locking up people.  Some charged and some not charged (Cuba) and we are housing a little over two million people the majority on archaic drug laws.

AIDS continues to take its fair share of victims and even after an eon of time, remains a scourge on the face of humanity.  Countries such as in Africa and Asia now have millions of doomed people with lives that are never going to really have a chance, because of this disease.

Some things are going to stay the same, no matter how fresh a canvas we paint. About forty or fifty million working poor in this country are still going to lack medical insurance for their families and themselves. America has, let’s face it, always concentrated on helping and or addressing the needs of others and not focusing inward to address or meet the needs of its citizens.

The gap between the haves and the have-nots continues to expand at an alarming rate, almost as fast as the holes in the atmosphere at the top and bottom of the planet.  For the first time we approach the age of scarcity with a real sense of wonder and awe.  We are having problems feeding ourselves and the world.

Now we have those in Wall Street who are taking riches for a few and no gain at all for the bottom rung of the ladder families of America.  In the time it takes for a normal person to read this post, 15 to 20 acres of virgin rain forest will disappear, never to reappear on this planet again.  We are now reaching a historic point in time, where it is entirely possible to see the decline or disappearance of whole species of animals and/or plants. Something that was before, only the stuff of science fiction, now suddenly is very real.

We carry our collective fears and phobias in our luggage into the arena of life.  We still have our racism, our bigotry. Our small isolated hate groups on the fringe that we have always had.  Cowards who hide behind false patriotism and the ACLU to do their evil works.

Who rear their ugly head and scream their rancid moral code on the country, inflicting their specific strain of pain and suffering, in some cases outright murder on defenseless minorities, still thrive in America because we allow it.

It is illegal to pray before a football game and a kid cannot say the pledge of allegiance in school, but bottom feeders with sheets over their heads and swastika’s on their arms, are allowed free reign on our streets and communities.  You can burn the American flag with impunity but cannot carry a protest sign within five miles of a campaign meeting.

Our national leaders and prominent politicians are going to offer up what seem like viable solutions to age old problems.  Offering the latest, the best, and whatever happens to be on the agenda for the day.  But in the end, we all know that they are going to fail miserably.  We all know that the problems, no matter how much change is promised, are going to remain.  They could not find the answers in the 19th, 20th centuries and they will be just as lost in this one too.

Our problems cannot and will not be solved by politicians, our problems are moral and spiritual and until we stop to recognize this fact, we will be as lost as a goose.

We were supposed to be the generation that was going to fix all of this. We were the ones that laid on the blanket in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, smoked good weed, and visualized the new utopia for the American people.  Unfortunately, we stepped out to lunch, and somewhere along the line, somehow, we just didn’t come back.  We never fixed anything, I would venture to say, we didn’t even get close.

So plays the soft gentle tune of The War Baby.

I am the first born of my generation, theoretically to have never gone to war, worked for a solid, good company, every year of my life.  And then to reap the benefits of free society and collect my fair share of the bountiful harvest that America has to offer at the end of the day.

Didn’t happen.

Now, like a dog in the back of an old pickup, racing to town on a dusty country road, with his ears flopping in the breeze, humanity has turned the corner and is headed off into a brave new world. Diving headlong into a new arena of glory like a well rehearsed sunset on the Golden Coast and is now braced to make history.

From my perspective, only the calendar bears a different appearance.

You see I am older now, I am cynical, I am not all that apt to jump on the wagon and shout hooray for our side!  To me it is except for the gender position (a black man in the office), the same old tired line.  It is the same old circus, just a different set of clowns.  Tune in tonight on NBC,CBS or ABC for the latest episode.

Nothing has really changed, other than the date on the calendar page, the time and place.  America is still throwing money at its problems instead of trying to solve them, and we all know from past experience, that isn’t going to work.

Where is it written that a banker doesn’t have to suffer from his lousy decisions and a tax payer does.  Why is there a much different standard for the rich in this country, and a completely different mile marker for the poor.  Why at the end of the day, when it comes time to pay for the band, why is it the poor man has to dig deep into his pockets to cough up the change?

Now I am being told, in the twilight of my years, that a new beginning is upon us, and I hear that change is in the air. One more time, I stand poised at the crossroads of time.

I guess we should all work harder for reforms, to affect some kind of valid change in this great country we live in. If we cannot find time for that, then perhaps it is time to lower our heads, put our hands together, and just silently pray for a better world.


April 2011 Index

Change – New Horizons
Posted on April 1, 2011
I find myself hoping and praying for better things.  Like most American’s I need some good news, but I don’t seem to be hearing any?  I openly welcome change, but still kind of doubt it is going to appear in time to turn all this around. Sorry, I am just not a cheerleader for the […]
Let Me Down Easy
Posted on April 4, 2011
Wind is blowing across the prairie this day like a banshee and it is cold and bites at my neck.  I know that it is that time of the year, and this is a precursor to better things to come, but it tugs at my sanity this day and I secretly wish to be somewhere […]
Cry Me A River
Posted on April 6, 2011
Middle of the week, kind of snuck up on me again.  Already the sixth of the month, and this one appears to be another “barn burner” and well on its way.  Hold on, grab something, the ride is now underway. It is now time to talk about everything that is fit to print, or causes […]
Hot Iron
Posted on April 8, 2011
Ah spring in Oklahoma, the Walmart tree bags are in full bloom, the fence rows are full of plastic and there is a pronounced crispness in every breath I take. New life abounds everywhere I look and love is in the air. Just this week I got a desperate plea from a Nigerian woman who […]
Had To Happen
Posted on April 13, 2011
Bought my fuel yesterday and it came to $79.02 which of course “shocked me somewhat.”  I have to admit, I was not ready for that, later on during the trip to town I amused myself by imagining that “I am only steps away from a one-hundred dollar tankful.”  Who in their wildest dreams would have […]
Room To Breathe
Posted on April 15, 2011
Last summer, just outside the Grand Canyon, at a campground replete with swimming pool and swing sets I came across a non-bus person.  I was cleaning the windshield of my coach and this guy walks up, number three washtub cup of coffee in hand, and states matter of factually, “Old Trailways huh?” and I reply, […]
Hit Me Again
Posted on April 18, 2011
Mama is not happy, she cannot access the food channel and she cannot download her treasured recipes. And we all know the drill …. If mama aint happy … then no one is happy.  Me?  I want her happy, happy wife, happy life!  I want to be a happy, happy man when I die. The […]
Big Sky
Posted on April 20, 2011
13 on the floor!  The other one out the door … Hammer down, Hammer down!  This time of the year is terribly hard on a guy, especially a guy who has the wanderlust gene like myself.  I want to get out and roam, although I know that this is no longer a reality, it is […]
Lost And Adrift
Posted on April 22, 2011
The other day I was looking at some of the links to my webpage others have put up, and one of them said, “Creative Endeavors, Life Observations, Humor.”  I had never considered this a commentary on life, but it appears to have been labeled so by a few. That is kind of nice. Often in […]
Old Frog
Posted on April 25, 2011
It just has to be Monday.  Internet is acting up this morning, this may or may not get posted.  I am a little bit irked, you see the county went and raised my taxes again, some 12% this time.  Now here is the catch, “I didn’t get any kind of raise in MY income, have […]
It’s A Dogs Life
Posted on April 27, 2011
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife, Lisa,and their little boy, Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was ill and dying.  I told the family we couldn’t […]
The Old Shell Game
Posted on April 28, 2011
If you are currently doing business with Shell Oil of North America, you might want to find someone else.  Yesterday I sent this letter to Shell Oil North America, most likely it will be filed in the round file at the corner of the desk. What can I say … Another slow day at the […]