A Night Musing

According to Maxine, one hundred sixty-two years ago, California  had no electricity, the State had no money, almost every one spoke Spanish, gun fights in the streets . . . Basically nothing has changed except women had real boobs and men didn't hold hands . . . that is the history lesson for today.

Well now we have to think about this as Maxine has defined only one State and we have forty-nine more of them to consider.    If we take them one at a time what would we find . . . more of the same in each State?  Maybe they wouldn't have as much to 'brag' about;  but it is time each Governor called his slate together and make a few checks and balances to bring about peaceful coexistence within.     I would say the assault weapons have to go;  they are for war and that should have to be banned also, as we send off our youngest men off to be killed or maimed for life,even though they carry one.    It used to be for territory back in the olden days;   then it was political for power;   then it was not only political but endless as the years roll along and the war remains and the latest blurb on the information highway is a new ruling about not speaking ill of the Muslim attackers;  strange and stranger as the years roll along.   The longer we close our eyes and our minds to the ills which surround us, the more we have to fear.

Here at home we are having more and more of the 'events' that are killing our neighbors in their work place; or shopping;  or little tiny tots in a classroom and teachers who tried to come to their aid . . . the beast is riding high and delights in the fact humans are turning into beasts and the company is great as they regale in drugs that alter the mind and acts that make them into dark and terrifying creatures of faceless humanity defining good as evil and evil as the way to go . . . go where?  They manage to kill themselves and solve absolutely nothing . . . but leave behind sorrow, sadness and fear.

Today I lit twenty candles and I prayed in an empty church asking for faith . . . for hope . . . for help.   Think of the families and the towns who are grieving tonight and all will grieve for a very long time to come.    Losing a child is like losing a part of yourself and it never stops hurting.

Tomorrow is a new beginning let us hope that the tragedy shows us a way to behave one to another, starting in  our own corner of the world.     Sadness reigns.    It is time to stand up for our beliefs.    It is time.  Hugs to all.