shower is my sanctuary. Its glass walls providing a steamy blackboard where the
problems of the world are examined, tested and solved. My mind drifts wildly as
the warm water pours across my shoulders, washing life’s drama into the basin,
where I watch it splash and swirl before it flows into the drain. I am at
I’m jolted back to reality by a vindictive mind who insists on keeping my
tension level in an elevated state.
pictures of Chuck Schumer come splashing across, taking a once peaceful and
bare mental canvas and changing it into a Jackson Pollack painting, full of
anger and frustration. I am forced to endure, again, the media clip of his
response to the President, who, for whatever reason, capitulated and reopened
the government. Schumer, as usual, is arrogant and overflowing with hubris, as
if he, alone, brought trump to his knees with only a chair and a bullwhip. I
loathe this man, from the tone of his voice to the way that he peers at the
world over the top of his glasses. Like a snake in the grass, he stays hidden
from the public’s eye until the moment is right, and then rises from the swamp,
assaulting my ears with the sound of his voice.
forced to add cold water to my shower as the temperature has become unbearable.
My sadistic mind then drags out Nancy Pelosi’s latest media clip and my blood,
again, readies to boil; but, oddly, it doesn’t.
begin to regain some semblance of peace as an unknown force seems to be washing
away the paint splattered canvas as one washes away sludge from the bottom of a
shoe. My mental canvas, while not perfect, is at least bare again. As the fog
of frustration lifts, I begin to wonder why I feel so differently about the
she less evil than him? Is she evil at all? Maybe, neither are evil.
difference bothers me. They SHOULD be the same; cut from the same wretched bolt
of cloth. But…they’re not. I search for answers as pictures begin forming on
the glass. A column comparison is made, they are the same. Yet, they’re not. It
then occurs to me that somehow, my mind has not placed Trump center stage. He
has said things far worse than the other two. But, wait, he hasn’t. Why has my
mind neglected to add Trump to today’s presentation? There are also plenty of right-wing
religious conservatives that should be joining this vaudeville act too; where
cold water, more drawings, more…then the answer appears. They ARE the
same! They ARE cut from the same cloth.
I need to lower my expectations. They’ve all been saying the same thing but
using different words and behaviors. Schumer says one thing and his body
language fills in the gaps. Pelosi says very little but makes up for it by what
she DOESN’T say. Trump says it all and you don’t even see his body language,
because your eyes can’t stop staring at his mouth. But they are all saying the
same thing; I’m right, you’re wrong and I’m not going to bend. So much for
search the shower glass for a time in history when we’ve had so many bad actors,
all pursuing their own personal agenda, at the same time. The wall is empty and
reveals nothing. Politics, past and present are filled with small people with
big ideas and all standing with their hand out. Each, essentially, has been
reduced to that of a lobbyist for their micro-cause.
expectations when I vote are, apparently, also too high. I’m hoping for an Abraham
Lincoln, either Roosevelt or a Ronald Reagan, but instead we get The Big Lebowski.
I know “the Dude abides” but I was aiming just a bit higher.
tragic part is that if, like the mythical Hydra, we chop off one head, two
others grow back and they’re usually worse than the original. So, we’re
essentially stuck with them.
of Donald Trump was a paradigm shift for the U.S.A. I would have said “for
America” or “for the American’s” but apparently that would be inaccurate as
“America” is just a land mass and “for the American’s” might leave someone
feeling excluded. (He says sarcastically).
we came too far too fast with President Trump. The world didn’t like it and, it
seems, that everywhere north and south of the USA, didn’t either. Since their
opinion now seems to matter, we’re looking at a whole new ballgame.
fairness, politics was in desperate need of a change. A S-L-O-W one though. With the election of Trump, the hard-right,
feeling that their time was finally at hand, oozed out of the slime and clogged
the plumbing of the Republican party, effectively rendering it impotent and
unable to rise to the occasion; that being the first half of the new Presidency.
The average voter (whoever that is) prefers that the pendulum stays closer to
will never be the same again. This hard-right pendulum swing has opened a
Pandora’s box and a whole new batch of hard-left crackpots have come crawling
out (think Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez).
electing Trump and drastically changing the status quo, these people, who would
normally be just be a bug stain on the windshield, now have an audience and are
considered somewhat legitimate; somewhat.
this country is a mess. We agree on nothing, we accomplish nothing, and we are
gridlocked. When you deviate too far from the mean, the edges suddenly become
the edges are kept in check by the mean, but our world has become constipated. What
goes in, must come out, and in 2016, the world uncrossed its legs and took a
big crap on the White House lawn. But instead of springing forth flowers, out sprung
the “new “politician, spreading seeds of discontent across the country. While each
one is different from the last generation, they all remain cut from the same
retrospect, I should have voted for Hillary Clinton. My arm would have probably
fallen off as I checked the box, but the status quo would have remained the same,
and the edges would have remained in the edges.
the 2016 election taught me anything, its to stick with the devil you know.
With the hot water now gone, it’s time to get out of the shower, put on my rose colored glasses and face the world.
to the new mean.