probably won't post in the shape I know it to be, & that blows, but here goes nuthing...

...Cheers:

Tipping Point

It seems to me & my

scraggly bunch that much o the human hoi-polloi is more centered,    in theory.  Often those who claim rigid right conservative appear (or mostly try not to appear) to exhibit what they would define a liberal perspective behind  bolted-closed  doors

…&…any so-called liberal who is a parent, if they’re diligent & …parenting,  will make significant conservative decisions; …hey, come on.   The “party-line” is for division & derision politics.  We all are “WE THE PEOPLE”, aren’t we sis?  how many hundred million Americans alone?  Pick a side from this…two ? (don’t worry, it don’t matter), ...then go forth and fear uncertainty & doubt your heavily overburdened aces in those moot directions of opposition &…competition?   …Phew; how many people do you know who are MORE than glad to sidle-up & rip-snap with  one  canned-conjecture or another against    you & conflicting w/U &YOUR

apt theoretical outlook, advantages & disadvantages, truths or heady consequences notwithstanding?  It’s like rutting season all year long anymore.         I don’t believe there  is  one  singular  line dance mindset or another equaling two portentous forces that want to knock heads out on the social curb every two years.      More like how many million mindsets attempting to animate one single being each.   Yeah, groups are easier & more fun to splash ‘round the pool with…& sure there’re like lives.  Strength in numbers, yep.  But we’re all born alone, live alone & die alone;

Oftentimes in the company of friends/family…but a good portion of it a soliloquy.

I just won’t certify a party line.  ~  To our paladin elders, Act wisely on behalf of the whole citizenry, no matter how confusing it is for you & your income to face such a monumental & growing populace of mostly significant people who are neighbors and colleagues and family and sons and daughters with meaningful lifetimes, not near merely

the motley masses of manipulated meat to the movers & shakers that they may appear to be to you there oh way up on a hill in that mighty miasma of greatness & manor:     pray…opt above your more deliberately sleazy social & greedy statesperson acts…      & govern we the people of the people by the people with a munificent hope for a measurably

more vital next century

& beyond…in a state of benevolence & good energies, water & air,

please do go ahead and

live richly…by earning it

…& so help me I’ll solute your motorcade and our flag that waves…while tides are turning for the births of babes  &, while some pairs of well-meant souls gather warmly together in afterglow

forming single family units,

 we  will  hoist our progeny with notions of national loyalty and civic due diligence.

One nation, indivisible.

~ While avoiding one impending ELE or another

that finally my good Uncle Sam admits may actually have edged beyond the tipping point.