The really pitiful thing is:  Once upon a time some smart-alecks with rancher, plantationer, railroader, wildcatter or banker blood said lets create a nation of side choosers…rather than individual agents ~~ singular beings facing forward. Lets make it black or white, right or wrong, Creationism or Darwinism, Democrat or Republican, …divide the nation and conquer good judgment for sake of better profits and cleaner penthouses.  & it was easy to do because far too many local yokel folks were merely hotdogs on sticks just waiting to be dipped in batter and fried to a golden crisp.

Well it’s not black & white, Catholic or Muslim, conservative or liberal, never has been…always has been gradients of space we all occupy mind and body…and if we never get to seeing it that way on the whole, we may never EVER see the upside again. 

At present the world looks in a bad way, …make’s Tricky Dick seem like Dennis the Menace. & those who…don’t have [blood] children won’t ever get it…because no sum of foster kids or students or nieces & nephews or the like will ever teach a non-parent the blood/spirit pact that occurs when one’s progeny is born.  A pact that greatly heightens the need to hope for an age of reason, a future that can sustain our progeny’s progeny.  It’s just that way, as anybody with a child knows.  & it’s not easy to rest on one’s laurels when there are hopeful offspring springing eternally.  Our present situation blows.  Even the most pragmatic individual efforts only get us along a trepidative, …overwrought, daily path.  Every optimism shares the table with the bitter notes of high-brow betrayal.

Most of us can live with it; try to make some headway around it; glance down at the belly wound and, “Could be worse;” read and write on a pertinent forum such as this good dbis; make every effort to stay a meaningful course, all the while knowing these perverted costs of living continue to skyrocket…& MOSTLY for naught…in the land of Nod   we call Get Up & Get Some.