Red States Blue States United. Bleed purple.
Gotta to reach across the aisles.
Gotta to overcome complacency and condescending.
The time it takes to come up with a retort could be spent for constructive use.
Nobody has the right to the last word.
History is dynamic and constantly being re-written.
(If you read Church History you get one version, and in Howard Zinn‘s, you get a different one).
Your ex’s might say nasty things about you, but your kids might not.
Back to Bleed Purple.
The nation and the world have waited.
For action, not talks.
For remedy, not diagnose.
We are all grown-ups caught in dire circumstance. Tonight, as I was leaving the gym, I saw a homeless man pushing a shopping cart full of garbage bags, all black, except for a guitar on top. He was pushing it up hill, but to nowhere in particular. Just keep moving.
Einstein says life is like riding a bicycle. You just have to keep pedaling.
When I jog in the park, I keep one foot in front of the other. And before I knew it, I was jogging.
I don’t understand bureaucracy, red tape and the politics of politics.
(Heard somewhere that it costs about a couple of hundred thousands for the government to create one job).
That money could raise a whole child in the US, put him/her through college and become an active participant in society (virtuous cycle).
Back to basics.
I heard the re-elected President recap on what made America great.
Among the core values was tolerance.
No more campaign after the election.
Now is the time to carry out those promises, those cheap sound bites wrapped in expensive ads.
Now is the time to reach out across the aisle and make those compromises.
Start early, like Walmart shoppers, if you want something badly.
The only time I saw the spirit of America was in the darkness of morning (we call it Black Friday), yet the place was ransacked, with nothing left to buy except for Halloween candies (post season) and school supplies (also off-season).
Wonder if by the time politics is set aside there will be anything worthwhile to discuss or carry out. Or people simply got fed up, and dropped out altogether. Bleed purple. The sum of our strength is stronger than our personal weakness. Red or Blue, we got your Achille’s heels covered. No easy day.