Welcome to America, where we split the cost of the party equally between those who can least afford it and those who can benefit the most from buying their way in. Where DC preschool teachers and Halliburton stockholders stand in the same line to hand over their cash to the bar mitzvah boy. Give what you can, or he might decide to liberate you.
Maybe our lame duck president said something about healing and unity in his speech today. I wouldnít know, because he said those things four years ago and then did the opposite. Salt instead of salve is what our wounded country got from its first appointed president. I doubt he found it necessary to be conciliatory four years later, after actually winning more votes than his opponent, at least officially.
The difference for me is that I didnít feel obliged to listen to the lies again. When you know the mud slide is coming, itís best to move to higher ground. I didnít exactly fall for his lines last time, but I allowed myself to feel a bit hopeful after his first inauguration. He said some things I wanted to hear. That should have been my first clue.
Whatever heís selling this time, Iíve had enough of it already. Iím not going to let myself be led through another stinky, smelly swamp. In the past, Iíve always felt it my duty as a citizen to listen when my leaders spoke, but there are only so many times you can fall for the same trick. Even Charlie Brown has to wise up sooner or later.