Cheering Thoughts

By David Glenn Cox

I was stopped for a light in traffic. In front of me was a trailer pulling a desert rail. A dune buggy sort of thing only we don’t have dunes, we have deserts. It looks like a lot of fun, but no one in my small circle has a recreational vehicle. He was pulling the trailer with a late model F-250 truck. In the back window was a bumper sticker which read, “We the people; are pissed off!” The question that immediately struck me was, what’s he so angry about?

He’s driving a new 70 K truck pulling twenty-thousand-dollar toy with time off to use it and he’s angry! Boy oh boy, things sure aren’t right with the world! I’m living better than 99.5 % all the people on planet earth, but I’m unhappy damn it! My taxes are too high! Relatively speaking that is. Obviously, the price of gas shouldn’t bother him. Just as obviously, concern for the environment doesn’t bother him either. So, he can’t be pissed off about those things.

Maybe it’s because some transexual joined the girl’s track team at some high school two thousand miles away. Or somebody someplace, isn’t using the restroom God intended for them to use. Or maybe it’s because Joe Biden makes the price of gas so high.

There was a fly-in breakfast at the local airport. I was more concerned about breakfast than the fly-in. It didn’t take me long to realize these people had a lot of money. Then the retired General arrived, in a retired air force single engine trainer. I suddenly realized, I’d paid ten bucks for my breakfast and the General had paid around $300 for his. To own and operate a retired military aircraft for a hobby! I wonder if he’s pissed off too.  That’s okay, it’s only $300 bucks. And he still needs to fly home!

My Senator, and probably yours too is responsible for record amounts of Fentanyl crossing the border. Even though he’s only one man, it’s all his fault. He voted against some bill or other that would have made everything right with the world, according to Tucker Carlson and The Washington Free Beacon. (The free newspaper they hand out at the D.C. train station) Well, you certainly can’t question a source like that now, can you?

Seems he’s responsible for all the evils in the world, like all the evils in the world just somehow cranked up suddenly. The Republicans don’t care that these things are happening and offer no solutions. They only intend to use the issues to ride into office and then ignore them again. To point fingers and say someone’s not doing a good job, without offering any alternatives.

Coming Someday Soon: A Republican Healthcare Package!

Do you understand why the Republicans offer no healthcare plan? It’s because they already have healthcare friend. They have real problems, between the high taxes and high cost of private school tuition. They can barely afford the lake house, not to mention filling the F-250 with gas. If we’re going to the Bahamas this spring, we need to economize.

I learned when homeless, how your horizons can be lowered but your vision can be sharpened. The hungry can see the hungry; while the satiated cannot. And just as quickly as you become satiated yourself, the vision goes away. Strangely, when homeless you are disenfranchised, you’re less susceptible to Faux News and propaganda, as it is drowned out by the background noise of reality.

You must be affluent to be enfranchised, with much to lose with each roll of the dice. Threats abound everywhere, migrants coming across the border and violent crime in the big cities. It’s like the Republicans look down from Mount Olympus every four years to see what us little people are up too.

Joe Biden is letting thousands of migrants cross the border! He’s doing it on purpose! They want to take your F-250 and your spot in the country club! Dirty people are coming from far away to take away all your stuff! And all I see is a big-fat baby sucking their thumb and hugging their security blanket!

“WAAA! I’m so unhappy! Oh, woah is me! The world is so terrible!”

I watch videos of sobbing Ukrainians joyous at tasting real freedom. Their nightmare of living in terror largely over. While for the homeless of this country, there is no end in sight. The war goes on unabated, and the road goes on forever.

To have so much and yet to be so unhappy about it. New technology is new technology; it doesn’t have political opinion. When the VCR and the DVD player first arrived on the market, no suspected a political agenda. Yet the Reich wing attack electric vehicles like the coming of the anti-Christ, while out of the other side of their mouths complaining about high fuel prices. Okay, so you don’t like this, and you don’t like the alternative either, any suggestions?

Let me save you some spending on clairvoyants. The price of oil will continue to rise unabated, subject to world shocks and panics. Until such time as electric vehicles overtake fossil fuel vehicles at which time the price of oil with begin to collapse. Technology politicized; I don’t trust the microwave. Literally shouting at the future, “Get a Horse!”

“Get outta here with your green ideas and your electric cars and recycling! I don’t like it, you damn libruls! What’s wrong with the way we were doing it? Why can’t gas be .49 cents again? Damn you Joe Biden! What’s up your sleeve? We don’t like strangers around here, you know. You best carry yourself away from here with all your radical ideas. My mother never needed a microwave in her kitchen!”

Like the chicken and the egg, it is difficult to discern which came first. The affluent angry, upset, and fearful that society is out to get them? Or a political party to first tell the affluent, to be angry and upset and that someone is out to get them? To make them angry and keep them angry. To tell them it could even be better still, except for that guy. Doesn’t that just make your blood boil? Angry because of something or just angry at life in general?

“However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man’s abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace.”
― Henry David Thoreau, 

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