"I am short", she said "and unaccountably small." But she remembered everything and she came to understand a great deal...
My name is Ruthe and my modest contribution to my country is highlighted by my vote every few years. This has always been my only contribution to local and national politics. Nor did these politicols act upon my life. Until now....
I am mortified that we facilitated the election of a self-absorbed, buffoon to the highes office in the land. Whether I voted this person or not is imaterial, he is my president as well as the next person and we, as a country created the structure whereby anyone could become President of the USA. I believe we're all quite proud of this feature of our governance.
We are proud of Lincoln's legendary rise from a small farm in Illinois. We are proud of the aristocratic Jefferson who left the beautiful Monticcello in the hands of his slaves to ascend to the Presidency, the WWII general who came out of retirement to lead the country and the old money Kennedy who left his New England home to become the second of our martyred leaders. Every American child can grow up to be President.
Did we think there could never be an uneducated, preditory business magnate who would aspire to take the US Presidancy on as a dare? How certain were we that every citizen revered the Constitution and the freedoms it ensured for all of American?. Has no one ever used the law as a primary means to personal gain? Adolph Hitler became a house hold word sysonimous with madman -- or did it? Did we really think that racism was completely expunged in1965?
We helped him win at the game with no avenue to correct our oversight. Everything secures his position and nothing protect his successors from what we may do now.
We all lie about something from time to time. Tact and diplomacy are, at their core, simply acceptable lies. But for some, truth has less to do with what is than what they can convince people of. We’ve all known someone who can look us straight in the eye and, with every sincerity, tell us a lie. And the very best liars are believable for most of us most of the time. But not all of us all of the time.
Our integrity is something that, once tossed aside can never be reclaimed.
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A Great Disappointment
June Johnson was the most courageous woman I have ever met. In her thirties, she had a stroke from the birth control she was taking. The doctors told her mother they didn't expect her to live and if she did survive she would be a vegetable. Her mother's response was "you don't know June" and June loved demonstrating this telling. ... "if she can't get around it this-away then she'll go that-away" and June's arm would go around the other way.
June did survive after all. She taught herself to walk and to talk, although she told me she didn't talk the way other people do. Rather she "mimicked lack a chil’" she told me in her broad Texas drawl. June could neither read nor write but she had the local newspaper delivered every day and from the pictures she would cypher what was going on and where to buy the best cuts of meat at the best possible prices.