There is amongst my family of eight siblings, blessings that
few people get to enjoy. It’s the fact that some of us are now approaching our
middle seventies and we’re all still alive and relatively healthy. But that’s
only one of the blessings. The other is all of the grandkids and great
grandkids that have come along from these unions are for the most part, good
people making their way in this world. My grandfather had a saying. “He said
remember Mike, when you raise your son, you raise your sons, son.” I think at
least for my family, the proof is in the pudding and I’m not trying to be
self-serving here. Remember that grand father I mentioned. That’s where it all
started for me and that’s where the credit is due.
Another blessing comes in the fact that we as siblings still
all love and respect each other and when one of us has problems we rally around
each other and try to help, despite the fact that in many ways we have chosen
far different paths in life. We don’t often get hung up on the details though,
because in the end, no matter what happens-- she is my sister and he is my
brother and we don’t let things like that unravel us. My dad was a big believer
in the good book. The one that says, “You are your brothers keeper” “Judge not
lest you be judged.”
Last month I listened to a news story where a father killed
his son because he wouldn’t pay for cable television. I can’t fathom what
brings anyone to the point to kill their own flesh and blood. The news this
morning has a high school boy plotting to start another school massacre and
right here in old Minnesota nice. You need other examples--- they’re a dime a
dozen and they come along everyday. In most cases these are young people who
grew up left to there own means. Kids are like electricity. They take the path
of least resistant’s and the results are often shocking.
There is a vigilante attitude growing in this country.
People are fed up with all of the rules and regulations and they are starting
to fear their government. They don’t trust that they or their families will be
safe anymore. They can’t understand how we can’t keep drugs or illegal aliens
from coming into the country but yet profess to keep terrorists out. They can’t
understand how we can go on telling the rest of the world how to live and yet
the rest of the world hates us for it. We incarcerate more people then any
other country in the world but yet people are still buying guns to defend their
families and homes. Something is terribly wrong.
I am not sure we can recover some sense of normalcy in this
country anymore. I think the pendulum has swung to far. I think our problems
are insurmountable both fiscally and morally. Our government seems to be
infected with the same greed and corruption that is tearing our society apart
so we have the blind leading the blind. This is how revolutions get started,
when the people have had enough. Maybe we need another big war to bring us back
together. It worked sixty years ago. But then after all of the bloodshed and smoke
went away, we took that hard earned victory, that had made us loved and
respected by most of the world and peed it away. No, another war would be a bad
idea. Just another band-aid on a huge, huge, wound.
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