I’ve always been a serious boy. Mom used to complain when I was still in 2nd and 3rd and 4th grade that already I wasn’t bringing home library books with stories in them, I was bringing home books about how things worked and how to make things. “Can’t you just read stories,” was a question I heard way too often as I was growing up. Some things never change. While I’d love to be able to just sit back and have a lovely front-porch chat about everything and nothing — I never learned how to do that. I learned long ago that I’m just a big old socially obtuse moose.
It’s hard for me to witness the injustice in our society, a society that is supposedly based on the rule of law and some semblance of justice. But today there is one system of laws for the rich and one for the poor. Those who can afford lawyers and lobbyists can postpone their problems and walk away scott free. Those who cannot afford pricey lawyers end up paying the piper and spending time in jail. We jail more so-called criminals — many of whom are nothing more than citizens — than any nation on earth.
If the rich had been paying their fair share of taxes, the problem we face with COVID-19 would not be a problem because our healthcare system would be primed and ready for emergency situations. As it is, the CEO’s and upper management are rich and everyone else struggles. In the coming months there will be an onslaught of funerals because of the greed of management and government.
And yet, we cannot afford not to pay them off. To refuse to bail out hospitals and airlines and major corporations who employ the citizens of this country is to see the economy stagnate and shrivel. Government is left with the dilemma between lots of unhappy unemployed citizens who could riot or lots of dead bodies who can’t do anything. As congress argues about what to do this week we watch them making their choice. Hospitals already say they are not getting the supplies that Washington says it has sent. And one wonders just how long deliveries really take — specially if they haven’t yet left the shipping dock.
Why anyone wants to be President in this current climate eludes me. There is no pleasing everyone. But there are those who do. How it makes sense to spend a billion dollars campaigning for a job that pays a couple hundred thousand a year has bewildered me — but I’m just an average citizen and high finance must be beyond me. One thing is sure — having spent that much money, you know they intend to be the better for it — at whatever cost. And you and me, we are the cost.
I find it hard to write about anything other than the present situation in the U.S.. There are things I want to write about but the words just don’t come. I have been pondering some ideas I’ve thought about all my life — and I’ve been trying to synthesize new ideas that I’ve never dared think before about exciting topics — but I can’t keep my brain on task. And, given the nature of COVID and my own physical shortcomings it could be that I’m just biding out my few short months of life — I have been self-isolated and have no symptoms, but given the state of my lungs, contracting the virus would not be good for me at all. So, there is a sort of resolution that wants to be paralyzing — I have ideas I’m trying to work out onto paper but I can’t corral the thoughts in the mushy brain that lives in my head right now. So far I have fought off mental and emotional paralysis; with luck I’ll get past it. Staying healthy helps. Each new day makes me a little surer that we both will come out the other side. 🙂 But this situation is also why I’m so passionate about my plea for people to do what they’re being asked to do — and why I’m so angry about those who are ignoring the please for cooperation. I have no idea what will come of the next few months; as always I’m eager to find out — this life is an exciting adventure and I’m charging full bore into it — but my eyes are fully open eyes and I’m keenly aware of what could go, quickly, wrong. Still, life is for the living.