“Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.” William Jennings Bryan

Sunday, July 31, 2016

July 31, 2016

I can’t say that I was ever into politics. I have always felt it is a landscape of “dis” - dissection and distrust working to dissolve our unity.

And I’ve pretty much had it.

Politics survives on blinded masses and lemming thinking, no matter what view a person takes. We are all headed to the cliff. Individuality is stripped away and anger is refinished. 

This year is no exception. I hear of walls and hate and accusations but hear nothing of what we have in common to build upon. We stand back to back, with word ready pistols. Politics isn’t about coming together. It’s about drawing from the hip.

I am not voting this year – either locally or nationally. Voting has become nothing more than expressing a grudge. By not voting I am not wasting my vote. I am expressing my opinion that I am tired of it all.

Sometimes I think what if no one would vote and no one would be elected. We’d then have no one to blame for our dislikes. There would be no scapegoat. We’d have no excuses. We would be forced to carry our country by ourselves and it would take all of us working together. 

Unfortunately, this country has fallen on excuses, finger pointing, and hate, rather than shared responsibility. 

The melting pot has separated at the boil.