I could use a soothing balm of some kind to ease my troubled spirit. As Jesus healed the lunatic so need I the healing. As it is with mania of all kind, I like the ride. I am trying to let it be enough, principled leadership- but I am concerned it will not satisfy me, that if I had my choice I would prefer retribution. I sigh and know this can’t be, that it is unconstructive and feeds my baser self.
Do you ever get tired of the stiff upper lip? The other cheek? The high road?
A little tar and feather is sometimes in order to prove the case for justice in the world. I guess we will wait and see. I think a tax against those who brought us continued misery in 2004 is justified. That is only fair right? Aren’t we taught to pay for our mistakes?
It is hard to keep my face turned toward the brighter day when debris from the storm is all around us.
At least in the saddle everything feels right with the world.
Despues la baracha viene la resaca.