This is going to be a short post. For those of you reading, thank you.
I just had a friend I’ve known from the 1970′s, (he used to be kind enough to give me a ride home from work and save my parents from coming out late at night to come and get me, lost touch, but hooked back up later in life) set me straight and wake me up in a kind way. I’ve heard the same thing before, but presented to me in a child like way, being scolded for what I was doing. That alone powered my resolve to carry on with what I had started. This time, it was “George, ol’ buddy, you’ve become too extreme with this election.” Simple, kind, and to the point. You know who you are–thank you.
I’m worried about my granddaughter Kimmie, and my grandson Anthony. I am scared to death for them. Are we headed to such a division of rich and poor in this country that in 30 years America will be pictured like India, people walking barefoot and standing in a line a mile long for a bowl of rice? We have tens of thousands of empty shopping malls, homes, abandonded grocery and department stores, but people are still homeless and freezing in the streets. We have businesses and restaurants tossing away tens of thousands of pounds of food daily, but there are Americans DYING of starvation every single day. There are kids that can’t afford a flu shot or a dentist, but Kim Kardashian can afford a $30,000 set of boobs…
When does it stop? Who stops it? Will it get better, or will it get worse?
If my grandkids could understand what’s going on in this country right now, I wonder who they would vote for, and why???
Until next time…Love.