Seemingly overnight the United States went from respectable country to Rube Goldberg contraption. We’re the ball bearings. We careen, we hurtle, we veer from pillar to post and back again. We’re an accident waiting to happen and, urk, I’m carsick. So I retreat into my head where it’s safe and things make sense.
It’s a survival technique.
My brain is a cross between an attic and a padded room — a perfect hiding place and I can’t hurt myself there. I rummage in the mess and cobwebs, the Christmas ornaments and doll clothes. It’s a treasure chest of weird stuff, most of it’s fun, but some shouldn’t be examined too closely. It’s all entertaining, though.
Just recently, I was poking around and came across an old Will Rogers quote. Remember him? He was popular in the 1920s and 30s as a social commentator and wit. But his wisecracks on politics and politicians seem curiously prophetic. Especially with a reckless geezer at the wheel, bent on driving us to ruin. A hand-picked selection:
And yet America is still here, albeit zigging and zagging and lurching. Just remember to buckle up.
*Courtesy of Will Rogers