Yes, the posts here have been sparse. I think I am starting to feel old. I am fighting it. It isn’t so much the longevity matter as it is being able to relate to the rights and wrongs that formed my being. Religion, education and all those experiences is what time burdens us with. I can remember my elders wry smile at seemingly wrong times; like I often do now.
The things being done in the name of the nation, the rancor against various groups, the shout for diversity; leave me — at the least — scratching my head.
From grade school history on, I was beat over the head by the melting pot. Today, its thrown aside for the sake of diversity. What also gets lost is unity in a common ideal. It is wrong for us to strive to be more like each other. As one who witnessed the immigrant struggle in my community, I knew they had an up hill struggle with broken English and “foreign” ways. Yet their children were just like me and were my play mates. All the trouble these days seems to come from not committing to the larger community.
In 2007, Senator Obama said that the president had no right to attack a sovereign nation over the gassing of 5000 Kurds with WMD — it is on the record. Today, he claims his right in arrogant fashion calling legislative approval fine but unnecessary. This from a man who taught constitutional law at the University of Chicago.
Working hard and getting a bit rich was once called The American Dream. Today, it is selfishness and greed that deserves action against it. Where did all this change?
Innovations came left and right during my life and I embraced them. Underneath it all was a solid underpinning that seemed secure. I loved who/what/where I was and thanked the lucky stars. Failure was still mine but the path ahead was always unfettered and mostly accompanied by mutual respect.
I thought I managed to keep up along the way and now it is all topsy turvy and right thinking then is damnable now. The increased civil responsibility says a lot to us but I think many of the lost messages had won the test of time. How they got old along with me leaves me wondering.
I think not being able to play poker has exacerbated the process. Or maybe it was just a convenient hideout for my mind to enjoy. I know the war on poker somehow made me a lot less. Kind of silly though for me to anguish over a simple pastime I could enjoy that hurt no other. But I do.