The Responsible Years

Then, one day, I woke up and here I am! I have a mortgage and taxes.  I have a job that I get up every weekday morning and go to.  I haven't been up past midnight in I-don't-know-how-long.  The music on the radio is a bunch of crap.

Scary, isn't it? I sound like an old fart.

I play golf.  I complain about my health.  My politics have gone from liberal to conservative and back to liberal again.  Sometimes I surprise myself with the things that come out of my mouth.

Usually my politics are tilted to one side but still mainstream.  Now it's hard for me to find anyone who thinks like I do.

Pam says, "I'm sorry, dear, but I don't think I feel like being preached to tonight.  Maybe tomorrow?"

She loves me.

The bottom line is that I'm doing the best I can with what I've been given to work with and I've been blessed with good things to work with.

I have never really known hunger or poverty.  I don't know that I've ever even spoken to someone who has.  I live in a country where I can call the President of the United States of America an ethnocentric, homophobic, war mongering asshole who has deluded himself into thinking that he knows what is best for people whose culture he cannot understand (all true), and not fear going to jail for it.

Thank you to our military who make sacrifices great and small so I can live in peace.  Shame on their Commander-in-Chief for squandering their lives to serve his personal, political and religious agenda.