04
Apr
08

Mine

I wonder why we seem to need what we do. We “need” our savings, we “need” to be successful, we “need” security for our old age. And these random things are what influences our vote, too. Our dollar dropped- which Presidential candidate will boost our economy enough to get us back into competition with the other major nations? (Even though the economy’s fluctuations have little to do with policies from the White House, but that’s another post for another time) We want our troops back from Iraq- who will bring them home the quickest? We want..we want.. we want…

And I don’t get it.

And the reason I don’t get it is because of the idiocy that we seem to be calling “Patriotism.”
“We should be helping our own citizens!”
“Our money should go to the U.S. economy!”
“America for Americans!”

Now listen to what I am not saying. I am not saying that we should or should not bring the troops home. I don’t get into those kind of debates. What I am saying is that the majority of people shouting “America for Americans” really only mean “America for myself.” Every question we ask is what the new President will do for our own selves- and let the rest of humanity burn behind us.

Please explain to me when and where we dropped our humanity badges. When we decided that we could be shocked and appalled at the torture inflicted during times of war, yet every single day we are well aware of the millions whose daily existence cannot be termed anything remotely close to a life. We’ve somehow segregated the entirety of the world’s population- and our list of who matters is found wanting. Even in our own country millions sleep on the streets- but surely America couldn’t be for them? What if a candidate told you every single dollar spent on the war would now be spent on rehabilitating the homeless. And when that was done, the money (and there would be some left over) would be used for the drug addicts, or the impoverished. For Americans.

But no one cares about those Americans. The ones who can’t vote, the ones we can pretend we didn’t see standing at the street corner, the ones who stay on their side of town. Well, maybe Somebody cared once- but thank goodness we tied Him up and left Him in the church attic.

Except He’s watching.

Watching as we vote for what we feel we need. For ourselves. For “America.” Watching as we lose all sense of our place in the bigger picture. Watching as we draw imaginary political lines that exclude and make inferior those who we feel would simply be “wasting our resources.”

Because remember, we really really “need” those.

For ourselves selfishness.


1 Response to “Mine”


  1. 1 Dominique Apr 5th, 2008 at 3:21 pm

    If you ran for President, I would vote for you (I wouldn’t even need to think about it). President Ben Workman. They could call you “B.J.” – well, they could call you “Dubya”, too… but you need something original. I like how you put this: “But no one cares about those Americans. The ones who can’t vote, the ones we can pretend we didn’t see standing at the street corner, the ones who stay on their side of town. Well, maybe Somebody cared once- but thank goodness we tied Him up and left Him in the church attic.”

    I think He’s trying to get out of that closet, and He is using your voice (along with others) to do that.

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