Quiet Rage
I grew up in the big city most of my life. I was fortunate that my parents decided to enroll me in the Boy Scouts, so I was one of the lucky kids who got to get away from the skyline a couple days a month and get out into the country. When I wasn’t distracted by the hysterics of thirty pre-teen kids with minimal adult supervision, I occasionally looked up into the sky and got to see actual stars. Not the usual one or two peaking through the street lights, but true, majestic, beautiful, breathtaking, all encompassing stars.
They were everywhere. I mean, they genuinely lit up the sky on a dark night. Looking up at that sky, I couldn’t help but feel deeply humbled. I was a spec, camping on a spec, that made up a spec, that orbited a spec that was really just one of a countless number quietly drifting through space. I don’t think I actually tried to count them, but that’s what the internet is for.
Mr. Google says that, at any given time, we can see about 3,000 stars in the sky with the naked eye. Three thousand. Mr. Google goes on to say that there are between 200 and 400 billion stars in the entire Milky Way Galaxy. That means that what we can see at any given time is just an infinitesimal fraction of the starts that are out there in our galaxy alone.
I want you to realize, if you possibly can, just how big our galaxy is. Now realize that we just spent three times as much money bailing out the banking industry than there are stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. One hundred and fifty billion of that has already been stolen. It has been taken as pork and dolled out by corrupt politicians to buy the votes of other corrupt politicians.
I can’t do the right thing unless I can go back to my constituents and tell them we’re building a bridge. After all, its an election year. But hey, I’ll tell you what, I’ll support a couple billion in undeserving earmarks for you later. You know. To make it up to you for not doing the right thing.
I feel like going camping someplace far, far away from here.
Actually I like camping but I’m looking at property in Nova Scotia, as in O’ Canada.
After reading Stealing Elections, Liberal Fascism and Failure Factory, as well as writing on the Libs for over 5 years, it’s time to have a plan “B” installed. Indeed!