Living on planet earth makes it difficult to avoid the continual stream of bull crap coming out of that humming nest of discontent called Washington, D.C. It stinks up our air waves, phone screens, civic meetings, and neighborhood chit-chats. It presents itself as material of utmost importance even though most of it is nothing more than glorified, recycled, regurgitated, repurposed manure fit only for its final repose on the compost pile. Unfortunately, even the worms and maggots (read between the lines and use whichever news services you find offensive) find difficulty digesting what is being presented as newsworthy and consequential. And yet, we gorge on it like pigs at a feeding trough. Yeah, me too. Guilty as charged.
We, you and I, need to grow a pair. You heard me right. We (women included) need to show our cojones and refuse to allow this chapter of historical malcontent so much space in our brains. It is, after all, just a brief blip on the radar screen in the history of mankind, just a grain of sand on the beach of humanity, just a fleeting moment in the nefarious schemes of world governments. Is it worth the sleepless nights, the headaches, the heartburn, the ulcers, the broken relationships and the emotional anguish? Is it?
I don’t know about you, but my time is more valuable. I know what my political philosophy is, I know my priorities in relation to fellow man, I know whom I will vote for in our upcoming primary election and I definitely know whom I will not vote for in the 2020 general election in November. It’s a settled, done deal. Can’t get any easier than that. There is no need to spend endless hours analyzing the talking heads on TV or wasting precious moments arguing with neighbors and friends who think my brand of politics is lunacy.
For me it’s all about time and how I choose to use it. It’s about mental space and whether I choose to abuse it. Tomorrow is never guaranteed and I will be seriously pissed off if I have spent my last day on earth fussing and fuming about a bunch of nincompoops sitting in the halls of government with their heads up their nether regions. I am worthy of a more substantial, fulfilling day than that. How about you?