Pardon me, America. Can we please act like grown-ups now?
I have been completely silent during this election. Not because I have nothing to say, but because I’ve been listening. I’ve been observing, soaking it all in. I haven’t posted, shared, “liked” or commented on any political post on any social media platform this year--not one. I’ve barely even discussed my rather strong opinions with my own friends and family.
My silence started out as a way to quietly formulate my own opinion before opening my mouth. (Remember that lost bit of courtesy?) But nowadays, my lack of discourse stems mostly from a quiet horror—I’ve been shocked into silence you might say.
America, what is going on?
Feasting on the sewage of this election.
Honestly, I was hoping our gluttonous feasting on the raw sewage of this election would be over. But I’m afraid we have become so FAT with hate and anger that we’re still vomiting rage every time we open our mouths. Why?
I wonder how long we can verbally abuse our families, our friends, our neighbors, our fellow Americans, before it dawns on us these are the very people who make our lives good. Somehow, we’ve replaced our very real and personal relationships, with some perceived relationship with a politician. A Talking Head. A person who (let’s be honest), cares nothing about your life, your dreams, your children, or your future. And yet, here we are, completely willing to throw away tangible relationships—actual people—like some kind of sick human sacrifice to a politician. Just…wow.
NO president is more important than my relationships.
In the years to come when this is all over, what will the President Elect (no matter who they are) have done that is more valuable than our life-long relationships with actual humans? Will HE be at our Thanksgiving tables? Will he be bouncing our babies on his knee? Will he be sitting around the Christmas fire exchanging thoughtful gifts with us? Will he be by our deathbeds, holding our hands and comforting us as we pass on? And if SHE were the President Elect, would she have done any of these things? No, of course not. But our families will. Our friends will.
You can't LOVE America, and HATE Americans.
We have completely lost sight of what is real, what is important, and what is tangible in this country. We speak as if “America” is the four walls in which these people live. When in reality, “America” is the people who live within these four walls. You can’t love America and hate Americans.
How insane is it to gloat about America finally being “great again,” and then turn around and treat half of the country as if they were worthless trash? How crazy is it to complain about electing a “hateful” president, then protest by saying and doing hateful things? People, there is medication for this kind of behavior!
What does GREAT actually mean anyway?
I think it’s safe to say that no matter who our president is, this country will never, ever be “great” until we start treating each other great. Until we show our kids how to act great. Until we have a great attitude. Until we strive for great goals. Until we start doing great things for each other. Until we become great people. THAT is how to make a country great.
THAT is how we get back on track. That is how we regain civility and decency. That is how we conduct ourselves if we care about others--and our country--even a tiny bit.
NO president can make or break my life.
Maybe it’s time to shut off the news--trust me, no one is saying or doing anything worth hearing or seeing. Maybe we can get off our social media accounts for a minute--we already saw that hateful meme. Maybe we need to silence all the noise and racket in our heads, and go somewhere quiet.
Maybe it’s time to figure out what kind of world WE want to live in, and then be the kind of PEOPLE who live in that kind of world.
Let’s stop acting as if the President—ANY President—can make or break our lives. Only we can do that. And from what I’m seeing, we’re doing a whole lot more breaking of lives than making of lives.
It's time to pull up our BIG-KID pants!
No one is responsible for the direction of this country but us; individual people, making individual choices. A president is not some kind of moral rudder, forcing us to act one way or another. That’s not his (or her) job. It’s ours. Time to wake up, put on our big-kid pants and ask ourselves, “What have I done lately to make my country better?”
Step back, re-gain perspective, and move on.
In the meantime, let’s throw a ball with our kids, kiss our “significant other,” walk our dog, treat our neighbor with respect, and quit throwing temper tantrums.
As for me and my family, we will continue to conduct ourselves with decency, respect, and a sound mind.
That’s all I have to say on the matter.