WORLD VISION
By Luellen Smiley
I made a list of the horrors, corruption, and confusion that dismantled the ordinary into extraordinary. The notebook is on top of my desk, on top of the entire works-in rewrite documents. All the other tributes to my success or failure are stored mentally; I have to look and hear the world. I am addicted to news alerts, commentaries, panels, and interviews. Along with the experts and analysts I listen to, my own voice and opinions are exploding.
I am not Charlie, Kayla, or Kyle’s wife. I am a writer of interior battles. My writing has never steered towards Politics. It is a freeway I never understood; a freeway my father told me at a young age was not to be trusted. A subject I avoided in college, and a topic that fumbled my thinking during my young adulthood rap sessions.
How faraway those years grow everyday. We chanted peace and love, in our kooky outfits, and our imaginative minds. I was full with Lennon, Dylan and Joni.
How much longer can I remain silent? There is a blockade of conversation about politics; it goes up like a digital wall, as soon as I meet a stranger. I was in La Posada Hotel the night the terrorists captured the Kosher Deli and Coffee House. I went to record by hand, the reactions of people I pick out very impulsively. A sort of lightning rod hits when I go into public and select my conversations. I may meet someone I have to write about.
No one had time to really absorb the truth of this historical moment. We may read, or watch the news, shake our heads, and then tuck our children into bed. I feel that our lives our complicated more with finances than any other single threat. Most of us just want to take a vacation. So what can they expect of us. Do we have a voice? Do we have a fax number to the Administration? Sometimes I dream of one representative in every state of the Union grabbing the microphone, and all digital devices, and shouting out, “Stop the war Republicans and Democrats! IMAGINE IF WE WERE UNITED… JUST A LITTLE.
The inner voice where gaps of expression are liberated. 
I feel the exact same way…and have lost my grip and flummoxed over politics and how our country has gone down the tubes but who,isn’t down the toilet and what CAN WE DO besides try to score our own reality TV Shows. My Dad couldn’t wait to leave the planet because……look at it!!
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Sorry, but there are toooooo many ego’s and self centered arrogant people that think they know it all and what’s best for you and I. Does it matter what gets voted on and wins…..noooooo, for with the stroke of a pen, it all gets erased…..and we all know the responsible person. Hide it, so the populace won’t have a clue. To them, “Transparency,” is a 4 letter word. Just sayin, that’s all.
But we can dream…………….Great post, loved it.
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