My Thots

I am angry.

Rightfully, or wrongfully so, it doesn't really matter.  I can feel my frustration with the world needling away at my thoughts and dreams and hiding behind my smile much of the time.

People do self destructive things and pretend it doesn't matter.

Children do things that will, or do, harm them and we pretend it's cute, or okay, or just for a while.

The government abuses children and people seeking asylum and the good Christians turn their heads as long as abortions can be done away with.

And the rich get richer and the poor get poorer and we pretend none of it's really happening.

And pretty soon everyone will have a college degree they bought online that qualifies them for absolutely nothing more than making beds and sweeping streets in America, but that will be okay because Americans will not be able to afford things like health care anyway.

Dignity, empathy, simple respectability are becoming things of the past.

It's all about money now.

And power.

You don't need to be able to think, or get an education if you can force yourself on other people and make them subject to your will.

So we write songs and blogs and angry Facebook notes. We pray and twitter and tumble and parade with paper signs. We pretend what is happening is God's will.

And in the meantime children are locked in cages at immigration centers, teenagers are shooting each other in the schools, and adults are dying because they love the wrong people.