July Thoughts

The Fourth of July was a bittersweet holiday this year. The day before at a small-town store a husband told his wife that the dress she was considering made her look like a Democrat. That was worth pondering. The local parade crowd was silent when Republican candidates walked past, showed more enthusiasm when Democrats passed. Neither presidential candidate had a float or handed out materials.

The Supreme Court has determined that we vote to be kind of governed, or maybe ruled. Presidential politics are represented by two old men who could be advisors, definitely not candidates.  Imposters are running for office in places where they don’t live. Folks throw tarantulas at the people they want to represent and seek election without the slightest idea of how to govern. It’s all about power these days. 

I want my children and grandchildren to have the American life generations fought to build. We might have to fight for its return and hope the spirit of the veterans will be with those on the side of democracy. Stay strong. Happy birthday, United States.

American marine tank rolls through Garapan, capital of Saipan

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2 responses to “July Thoughts”

  1. Karen Seashore Avatar

    Thank you. A quiet whisper in the midst of our collective sadness.

  2. Ellen Shriner Avatar

    I share your dismay! I’m truly worried about our future in a way I never have been before. I’m keeping Connie Schulz’s (Sherrod Brown’s wife) words in mind: “No one is coming to save us. It’s up to us to do the hard work of this democracy.“ I’m not sure what all that entails, but I’m committed to doing what I can.

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