The Great Storm
Sitting in my home in Montana, wind blowing, rain pounding windows and plants in the yard bowing to the pressure of the huge gusts, I’m at peace.
I scroll through my feeds and see more ridiculous measures on the Oregon ballot, scratch my head and say when does it end.
A political storm is sweeping the country that is mislabeled a “red wave.”
I think it’s more a middle finger, not directed at one party but at an ideology that is destroying America.
People are angry and rightly so.
It takes a lot, too much really, to get people to stand up and fight.
But then we’ve been held hostage to stupidity for a long time and the time to pushback is long overdue.
So we push.
Someone sent me a picture from a news item on television saying Montana is the most patriotic state in the country.
I don’t know who determines these things and I doubt it’s right but inside I smile.
On my reels this morning, Steven Tyler from Aerosmith, sings “Dream On’ and for some reasons I pay attention to the lyrics that scream out…”Every time I look in the mirror, all these lines on my face seem clearer, the past is gone.”
The past is gone.
Storms come in to clean things out.
They blow off garbage and debris that has collected making it harder to live.
The lines on our face tell a story.
People use wrinkle creams and skin revitalizes in an effort to hide the past but all it does is diminish the story.
So bring it on God.
Hunker down my friends.
Stupidity, arrogance and hypocrisy are going to fight to the bitter end to hang on.
But the storm is coming.
Oh, and it won’t end on election day, but it will create a new beginning.
So remember how we got here and who got us here.
And when they talk about suffering remind yourself, they caused it.
But we, through a single vote, have the opportunity to not only give them a wave of disapproval but a middle finger to go with it.