Swiping
Right Wrong
Some years back I conjectured on an
Earth that was a true paradise. Clean
environment, happy people, no
religion, no guns, no war, heck, we
probably wouldn't even have to hold
elections. We'd just say "Let Fred
be the leader this week. Good old Fred."
Which means there'd be no need for
editorial cartoonists, either, which
would be fine. We don't need phone
books or dial telephone these days
though we'll all rethink that after
a few well-placed Russkie nukes turn
every iPhone to slag after the ensuing
EMP scrambles their circuits into baba
ganoush.
We're not in a paradise yet, not even
close but we have a President now
who can see its peaks and its forests
reflecting off the Pacific garbage
patch. And he's keen on doing
his best to get us there.
Meanwhile, the Former Orange Occupant is
facing a seemingly unending stream
of legal broadsides, his insurrectionist
acolytes are being rounded up for civil
pummeling, his toadies are being called
out for
sex
trafficking (Ew!), the GOP seems intent
on alienating every voter save for
the
most ardently racist, and Sarah Palin
has the covid.
So while not Paradise it's still a
little piece of Heaven.
I'll take it.
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This past weekend I had to make the
rounds of the shops, a very rare endeavor
for me these days. On more than one
occasion I had a street
person ask
for spare change as I was either
entering or exiting my car. My immediate
inclination in such situations, like
most folks, is a normal wariness
and so I waved them off.
On reflection I
am not proud of this.
Having had time to reconsider I know
that I was way too insensitive to those
who honestly looked like they could
use a meal. These are tough times and
they'll continue to be tough for awhile
so I'm planning on carrying a few more
bucks on me next time, just in case
I'm approached again. And I hope I
am.
=Lefty=
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