It is probably my age.
Or perhaps it is the month of
October: a month of ghost and goblins and ghouls – Oh my!
But, the debt ceiling fight
and the government shutdown seems totally out of place at this time of the year:
a time of harvest – a time of food and friends and fairs and celebration from a year of
toil.
I have said before that I
can’t seem to get goaded into depression about what seems now to be business as usual in Washington
People are posting dooms day
scenarios on what Rachel Maddow calls the internet machine.
But in reality: all of this
will end in just one way. We will grow
old and infirmed or diseased or suffer an accident – and then we all die. We will get put in the ground, or cremated
and have our ashes in an urn – or some not so lovable relative will flush us
down the toilet. Whatever the outcome; when
this happens, we won’t care about the debt ceiling or governments or political
parties.
And then two or three
generations in the future – when we are long forgotten – people will still be exasperated
with their politicians; liberals will be disgusted with the way the rich treat
the poor; and people with hearts and brains will be protesting the next
war.
Things move on but stay the
same. You can’t walk in the same river
twice, but the river is still there.
This slipstream of time that man has created – and mankind him and her
self – are relevant only in the small self-centered ego of our species.
We change the things we can
and accept the things we can’t change.
We are approaching the season
of All Hallows Eve when the dead can walk - in our minds. We should use this season to put things in
perspective.
Celebrate this season.
A pox on the Congress.
the Ol’Buzzard
