Editor-In-Chief
McALLEN, Texas - And so we're near the end of another year. There, in ragged images still clear in our minds, is that silly string of sad photography that speaks mostly to our selfishness, our prejudices, our inability to be united, our bigotry, our desire to lash and not embrace. It's been yet another doozy.
But we're on the lip of the Holiday Season.
Slowly, but surely, we will make the turn toward believing in our fellow man, in all that is good during a time that has been, well, bad. We were thinking about this when the cool breezes arrived yesterday and when we ventured out into the community and caught glimpses of the annual celebration that is our way of being grateful and thankful and our way of acknowledging our creator.
There will be time again next year for bad politics, for bad politicians, for screaming, for damning, for playing the horrible game of tearing each other apart, for bullshit. We are blessed to live in this country, a land where we absolutely can lob inanities at each other at will. We are free to blast the neighbor for his disdain of the lawnmower. We are free to think thoughts about the low-rent eateries around here some believe ought to be shut down by the authorities. We are free to create and to destroy. We are free to be idiots and naysayers and do-nothings and morons and abusive. There is no real talent required to be an American. We are free to act out our fantasies and our stupidities as if we're all on television.
And that's okay. It makes for a colorful existence. We are of many stripes and I suspect that most of us, even here in the Rio Grande Valley of Texas, wouldn't like to live in a country where it was only Egyptians, only Japanese, only Czechs, only Germans, only Brits, only Mexicans to be seen in one's community.
We are free. Celebrate it in some shape or form daily. Yeah, somewhere in between your yelling at that city commissioner you loathe, that governor you think is a fool, that neighbor whose wife is more attractive than your own. It's okay to breathe...freely...
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5 comments:
Sometimes I think the weather control our capability of being human. The summer is so hot that it makes us impatient and short with each other, then it just melts on into the often equally hot autumn. It isn't until it cools down a little, that we can slow down our pace from getting out of the sun, to look around and greet those around us. Then the really cold weather comes along and we are running from that, again caring more about our physical discomfort than about those around us. Finally glorious spring arrives and the beauty of nature makes us consider what we are cultivating in our souls.
I guess the real dilemma is whether we can rise above the weather, to be better people in all seasons. M
M:...It's not the weather that rules Human Beings; it's the brain. Sadly, the Almighty Creator spent some good time on the good brains and hardly any on the bad ones. I see it and recognize it clearly. Here's something else that destroys the brain: cheese & maize. You eat much of those two and your brain will eventually turn to mush... - Editor
Comon Patrick, neighbors don't look at your neighbors wife.
Okay, now that you brought it up, I must confess, most of my nieghbors wive's are pretty much on the heavy side. One has a cute face, but too much weight on her rear and legs. (She mows the lawn in shorts thats how I know.)
Anyway, I do agree with your assessment, America, if full of discontents, veterans groups always asking for a hand-out, beggars in the state hi-way intersections, business people always complaining about being slow, city commissions doing what the voters don't care for.
But you are correct, this is America. "America oh, democratic nation, oh, land of freedom, land of Tribulations".
Salmon Ortiz, be a man, concede, your time has passed. You are 72 years old, enjoy your retirement, it had to come to an end, sooner or later.
Sal Ortiz, is asking for a recount, which by the way, a candidate has that right. But 703 votes are too many to over come. Good luck Mr. Ortiz.
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