CEditor’s Corner: Savory Season
By John O’Brien, Jr @Jobjr
The savory sauce that makes life worth living is made up of things like food, drink, dance, music, family, travel and Gratitude. Gratitude is listed last but is obviously the most important. Immigrants from troubled countries have more of a sense of it, than those who are living in some version of peace.
Peace is a many splendored thing; it is hard to grasp and impossible to keep down. The troubled soul so evidenced in American politics today is the next worst thing to war, though a far better alternative. You had me with your words, then lost me with your actions. Heat without light is useless.
The rhetoric today has yielded nothing positive, despite the effort made to tear down America. Isn’t doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result a sure sign of insanity?
America the beautiful
America the beautiful is quite beautiful, and troubled. Some of it is good trouble, in response to the trouble generated while looking within, with selfishness. I believe America’s day will rise again, from these depths. I believe the tide is turning. I believe the morass has thinned and the energy of youth is taking a lead, perhaps not seen in its diversity since the American Revolution. I believe to never doubt in the dark what the Lord has told me in the Light.
Hope is a moral imperative, no matter your religion, or anything else used to judge against you. We are here to make a difference, not a delay. Good trouble.
Please vote on November 2nd, despite any legislation designed to lessen voters, to lessen you, and all of America’s idealism, its hope to treat all Americans equally.
I am the son of immigrants. I see the horrible experiences of my ancestors in America being repeated against other Americans today. I strive to be a thoughtful defender.
I have no all-encompassing solution(s). Can I heed the advice of friends, and stop racism, bigotry, harassment, violence – ANYthing that treats another differently than how I am treated in my daily life, each and every time I see it? I owe my world and those who came before me at least that.
We do not get to choose our sunset, but we can certainly choose to allow others the same glorious view.
Nuair a stadann an ceol, stadann an rince
(When the music stops, so does the dance)