I’ve been thinking about my parents a lot, which isn’t unusual. I’m often triggered by memories, lovely happy ones. This is a different kind of thinking about them though. I wonder what they’d make of the times we’re living in and how they’d cope.
My dad passed away first, many years ago, in 1987 so I think the adjustment to this world would be more shocking for him. My mom is just gone 14 years and although the last five or six years have seen massive change, she’d be less surprised than my dad.
… because I know it’s not really any of my business, me being a Canadian and all, but I’m just too sad, and too shocked, to keep it to myself. What in the world is going on? This isn’t the America I grew up loving. This isn’t the America I grew up envying. This isn’t the America I wished Canada would be more like. This isn’t the America where I wished I could live.
What the bloody hell!
Before ya’all get all up in arms (trust me, no pun intended), I know there are plenty of good guys in the U.S. I truly believe there are more good guys than bad guys. But I’ve gotta tell you, from where I’m sitting it looks like the bad guys are winning.
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Me. The poster child for looking on the bright side. Positive thinking. Seeing the glass half full. A true believer in everything working out in the end. Me. That one. That girl. That woman.
Not so much at the moment, though. I’ve got to admit I’m struggling. So much bad news. Everywhere you turn. It’s absolutely unavoidable. We are just in one helluva mess. The whole world. All of us.
So much hatred. So much prejudice. So much anger. So much violence. So much bloodshed. So much death. So much destruction. So much rubble. So much despair. So much unrest. So much imbalance. So much poverty. So much hunger. So much misery. So much suffering. So much fear. So much grief. So many tears. So many scars. So much injustice.
So little hope.
So little respect. For each other. For life. For human rights. For freedom. Maybe even for ourselves.
Such a crisis.
There has to be something we can do. Why aren’t we?
Why aren’t we marching on our Nations’ capitals? Why aren’t we more selective about who we elect? Why don’t we demand more from them? Why don’t we hold