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Heartsick ramblings..


Today I sat and watched live video from Charlottesville - hate being spewed and violence overtaking the streets. I was watching a live stream as a car was driven into a crowd of counter-protestors..a live stream as people suffered from the plague of hate - domestic terrorism.

Heartsick is the only word I can think of to describe my emotions right about now.

At what point is enough, enough?

I don't know about the rest of you but I am tired of living this way. Sure we can go back to the days of Chicken Soup for the Soul, but what did that really do? Were those really happier times or did we pretend they were? We still managed to end up where we are , even with all those positive messages.

You can argue that we've turned away from God, but I am not buying that either. I seem to recall those days of "traditional values" still had wars to be fought, families were still battling alcoholism...domestic violence..poverty...and much of what they do now, except it was behind closed doors. Children were being molested - just no one talked about it. We prayed and worshiped while our heads were buried in the sand to societal pains such as racism, sexism, classism...etc..etc.

We look to others to blame and then for someone else to save all of us.

Those who could make a difference with their voice stay silent and let someone else take all the hits.

We sit and watch our politicians act like buffoons and all we do is pass the popcorn.

City people think they are better than those in rural areas. Country people think they are the only ones who work hard and believe in community. The college educated feel superior to all others, meanwhile, those blue collar high school dropouts feel they are the only ones who've earned their scars.

The rich think they know all the answers and the poor think no one understands what real life is like but them.

The faithful think their way is the only way and those who do not worship think all others are delusional.

And then there are the political divisions........do I really need to go there?

There are so many divisions keeping us separated that we are forgetting we do have one very important thing in common- we're human. We are the caretakers for future generations to walk our planet- but slowly we are destroying everything beautiful and what should be cherished while we blame the "other guy."  We are all guilty of it- each and every one of us.

I don't know what the answer is but obviously we have yet to discover it. History keeps repeating itself. Are we really that stupid and ignorant to allow these cycles to continue?

Yes, I am heartsick.

I fear that today's lessons in Charlottesville will just fade away in headlines..........

Thank you for reading my ramblings....






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