Thursday, September 25, 2008

Eating The Ice Cream Right Out Of The Carton

It's been that kind of day if you've tried to think about what's going on in our nation's capital. Things are so wacky, I've consoled myself with a spoon, my very own carton of ice cream, and my favorite chair in front of reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond. I don't know what else to do. We have a $700-billion dollar economic crisis. We have a president who seems to believe this came out of nowhere. We have congress-folk who won't sit together until a reasonable and cooperative solution is designed. We have a presidential candidate who seems to have moved completely out of a zone of political propriety and sanity. We have another presidential candidate standing by and watching his world turn blue. We have a presidential debate actually hanging in the balance and we're 39 days away from an election. About the only thing on that list that really matters, I suppose, is that crazy $700-billion deal that most of us don't really understand. Is there a middle-class American capacity to fathom $700-billion? We certainly are smart enough to understand that a national debt of $9.7-trillion is more than $700-billion. I know we have the intelligence to wonder...where does $700-billion come from when we're already $9.7-trillion in the hole? Take a deep breath. Give in to the call of the ice cream (at least spend a few zen moments creating some ice box poetry-click above). And, sleep well. "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day, you shall begin it well and serenely." -Ralph Waldo Emerson Peace. Peace.

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