Lately, I have been feeling like I have been living in Animal Farm. I hate that damn book! I read it in my infancy. I was twelve, and it was my first year of High School. Yes, back then we started High School at 12 and finished at 17. I loved that book! That is, until my teacher busted my bubble. Class discussions opened my eyes to the fact that this book was about humans behaving very badly. To this day I remember the quote I asked the most questions about in class. “All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others”. I hate that damn book!
This political season there has been a lot of flinging in the dirt and just plain flinging dirt. Now everyone is in the dirt. Roaming hands and Weiners, weiners in hand! Yep! We’re headed into the final bout…Who shall it be!!
Who. Shall. It. Be!
There is a Guy on my job. A conscientious objector. A one Man band. Yes, this Guy. He spends his lunch hour in this corner at the entrance of the cafeteria with this sign, among others. When he first started this crusade he was hell bent against the war in Afghanistan. At the time of this picture, a few weeks ago, the U.S. relationship with Iran was his concern. Today it was
” say no to drones, the evil that will come home to roost”
This made me uneasy. I heard myself saying “Jesus, I need to change my lunch hour”, as I read this. When saying so, all the ills he addressed should make me uneasy. This latest one though, got under my skin.
How many one man bands do you suppose it takes to affect change? I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one he had that effect on.