Quite enough…

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Overwhelmed…exhausted…discouraged and, frankly, I’ve had enough!

Life, in general, just keeps pressing in but, given the current state of world affairs, there are few get-away places.  Sure, there’s local shopping, plenty of binge-watching shows on television and, of course, food.  All harmless, some, well a bit more destructive.

But we all need to take a break for a few minutes, an hour, even for a day.  All mothers with small children know that when they escape into the bathroom for some mommy-time, ignoring the kiddy chaos going on outside the locked door.  At least for five minutes.

And, I think many of us have given thought to just getting in the car and drive somewhere, anywhere, while wondering how far we’d get before anyone noticed we were gone.  Relax!  I said thought.  Nothing more than one of those little escape fantasies that dance in your head.

For the past year, life has dealt a crushing blow on humanity with the onset of COVID.  And that’s been compounded by months of insane, and embarrassing, politics along with the reprehensible, destructive human behaviors across our country.   Most of us held hope that, with the arrival of midnight on December 31, 2020, some, imaginary, switch would go “click” with the start of the new year.  Yeah, right.  It didn’t take long for the social media jokes to start flashing with “I’d like to cancel my trial subscription to 2021” and that is a definite indicator that people already have had enough, just two weeks into this new year.

We all need a break.  A retreat of sorts, from things, twisted political ideologies, those who refuse to see the proverbial forest for the trees and… the damned media.  Ahead lies a huge crossroad, whether to the left, right, or straight down the middle, there is no clear path leading to that elusive best decision, on anything.

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So, we exclaim “enough!” and that, in itself, is unlikely to change anything going forward.  If we choose to walk away, we become much like those on the opposing side who hide behind those trees in the forest.  If we move to take a more energetic approach and respond accordingly, we’re deemed radical and problematic.  Achieving any element of human compromise or meeting on some elusive common ground, well, hate to say it but, there is little chance in hell that will happen, at least not in the next four years ahead.  Pigs might start flying and we’ll all win a big prize from Publisher’s Clearing House before any element of true governmental stability and honesty comes forward from most individuals voted into public office, certainly not from those who should have given up the political farm long, long ago.  Nothing much will change, certainly not just go away.  Especially when there is so much we should demand to know.

However, I’ve had quite enough.  As such, I’ll do my best to linger in the background, spouting a few terse, but snarky, comments every now and then.  And I will weep for the future.  You should as well.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: enough

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The one pervading evil of democracy is the tyranny of the majority, or rather of that party, not always the majority, that succeeds, by force or fraud, in carrying elections.     John Dalberg-Acton

Often, I will rise to some occasion on current events and opine away, not giving a rat’s ass if anyone agrees, disagrees, or even bothers to read my post.  It’s cathartic, sort of.   My website, my space, my right to spout-out my feelings on a given subject.  Don’t like it?  Just move along!

Obviously, if you’re reading this, you know where I’m headed.  The endless memes fly by on social media and my favorite one involves this past week feeling like an entire year.  In fact, it’s felt like so much more than that, even somewhat surreal, much like a Twilight Zone episode.  In fact, I doubt if even Rod Serling could have made up any of the 2020 Election drama.

Up until a few years ago, make that more like 11, I was a staunch Democrat and, for what I felt were valid reasons, I changed my party affiliation.  Sue me.  Things change and it’s important not to follow any political ideology just because you are categorized on some election board or your family has “always” followed that party.  For me it was that uncomfortable gut feeling resonating from candidates who left more unsaid than what they professed they would do, just to garner votes.  For me…a big red flag in any election, local or national.

But here we all are.  Opposing sides, glaring at each other with one side already guilty of demonstrating months of chaos in our country and now likely guilty of major election fraud.  Why?  Know what the saddest part of this drama is?  There is no clear winner and, frankly, there may not have been a clear candidate choice for either side of the voting public whose votes were orchestrated more by emotion, not by pragmatic decisions.  Now, the twisted dynamics of the management policies which will come into play for our country will undoubtedly bring four years of unrest and turmoil for millions of citizens.  Here, in a year we welcomed months ago with hopeful anticipation, we’ve ended up becoming hostages of a virus pandemic and political unrest.

It is, however, what it is.  I share the following from my Facebook page.  My thoughts, my feelings… will not waver.

The darkness in our days started with the turning back of clocks.  That will change in a few months.

Sadly, the darkness that will overtake our lives for the next four years, will not change.

I weep not for myself, as my time on earth is limited. I weep for the future of my children and my grandchildren.  I weep for the unborn.   I weep for the misguided, the uninformed and those so very blind and unable to see the devastation that a radical, even socialist, agenda will bring to our country.

Certainly, your right to choose was a choice you felt necessary, as was mine, despite who was the proverbial lesser…of two evils.

And so it goes.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write about a time you felt like you were in the Twilight Zone.

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