At some point, in recent years, I got old. Like… I have less righteous indignation, which is probably a good thing. I also got resigned to the current state of affairs… which is actually the trouble with the world today… We are tolerant of the mediocre, voting in the lesser of the evils for as long as I’ve been voting and dammit, we need a hero. Surely there’s a Kennedy somewhere who is ready to take one for the team??? A Roosevelt? Miss Shannon is looking for a dynasty here, people. Our country needs a person who has been groomed to rule the Earth, knows that we don’t sell out our own troops and that twitter is not an appropriate medium. While I write up this dream list, I would like to add that they are in no way connected to the sexual abuse of women and children and are not orange, nor do they negotiate with terrorists. In case you weren’t sure… I just wiped out pretty much everybody that has hung out in the Oval Office for decades.
It pains me to say this, because the chief Cheeto in charge is such an icky human being, but he’s not doing half bad. I’m fairly dissatisfied with the changes to the tax code, but I’ll live. At this point, I think we’re going to survive 45 and we’re doing as well as can be expected. If Miss Shannon had her way, this guy would be entirely banned from even thinking about education. Friendly reminder, these tiny humans will someday take over our country. They are being taught such ass backward stuff that they will be unable to run a cash register, but the answer isn’t to deny a free public education. IMHO the answer is to step up our game and actually teach them how to maneuver in the America we’re leaving them. The actual problem is that we stopped teaching our kids to think. Preschool 101: without an imagination you truly cannot think. In order to stimulate their imagination, they need art and music. They’d also benefit from accurate information, the knowledge that 5+8 doesn’t make 10, and lunch that doesn’t look like it came out of a garbage can.
I’m going to post this and hear what an evil, liberal snowflake I am because I am daring say this is a place we should be spending money. The same people who will be calling me snowflake (probably today) would never in a million years look at a hungry kid and not feed them. They need it to be personal. In Miss Shannon’s world, still a sparkly shade of misty mountain mauve, I don’t have to personally know a child to want them educated and fed because… ok, I don’t know how to teach someone to be a nice person once they are all grown up. Some things you do because it’s the right thing. I have this wild and crazy idea that we’re the good guys.
Back to my point… politics are a cesspool of depraved indifference to human life. It’s all about the almighty dollar. We can’t regulate Monsanto, the corporation poisoning our food supply, but we can regulate a vagina. I guess we all need a little work on our imaginations, because clearly we cannot think.