Leaning on Hope

Sometimes leaning on hope is all we’ve got.

Our government officials have sold us down the river and it seems all we can do is accept the cards we are dealt with no recourse other than to “Hope for better days”. Constantly I am shaking my head as if trying to wake up from this nightmare rolling around in my noggin and then I pickup “The New York Times” to discover that we are facing the prospect of a “Trillion Dollar Deficit”. “Nah, that has to be a misprint”, as I shake my head again and again trying desperately to snap out of it. I look up from the
paper to gaze outside thinking I must have nodded off for a moment because I was fairly sure I actually made it to Starbucks and ordered my favorite eye-opener latte. Maybe that’s it – I gently clutch my drink, raise it to my waiting lips – take a sip and wait for a moment as it takes effect. Then I give it another try - eyes slowly focusing on the front page and bam! There it was on the top right of the front page. So I go to the left----What the hell am I saying! --- I look to the opposite side of the front page and after engaging in the cheery news it had to offer I roll my eyes ever so slowly, as to try and sneak up on
it, to the right---easy does it , I am almost there---Keep your wits about you Cook – almost there—“OH My God! –It’s Still There!” You have got to be kidding me! I read on and discover that this could go on for years to come. “Years to come” he says! From our President elect ( by mindless drones) this sounds like “Change is a comin!”. That’s it – I have had enough crap for the day. Now I know why I don’t read the paper anymore. The excitement is just too much to take. Normally I walk over to the rack and scan the highlights for anything positive while waiting for my tranquilizing, narcotic “Grande – Toffee Nut Latte, nonfat, no foam , no cream, half decaf, 200° taste of heaven to be served. Today I just had to focus on the story below the heading and immerse my simple mind in that piece of garbage. I could have stopped but Noooooo! I had to read on – What an idiot. Trillion Dollars, how manyO’s is that anyway? After another sip of heaven I started blabbing under my breath, as daggers were shooting from my eyes, “ I’m mad as Hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” Folks, this is what revolutions are made of. Total distain for the government as the rug is jerked out from under us. When are the rest of you going to get mad enough to join in and take back that which is ours? We have way too many sheep following the leader and it sickens me. Wakeup people, your elected officials are crooks – charlatans – megalomanias , looking out for Numeral Uno. They could care less what happens to you. Think I’m exaggerating? These worthless scum decided they were doing such a great job of screwing us that they gave themselves a raise. It’s just too much!

If I don’t do something now I hope someone kicks the poot out of me. Yes! Your heard me and I deserve it – why wouldn’t I? Anyone stupid enough to sit by and let these worthless and I do mean worthless, arrogant SOB’s throw S_ _ _ at us hoping it sticks without a sound trashing needs to be kicked to the curb. There are many words that could be used to describe my lack of participation – what’s the word I’m looking for – come on, you can do it - There it is “Dumb S _ _ _! There’s that word again, sorry but it is so apropos for the occasion. I guess I could have use excrement but------it doesn’t carry the same weight. (Sorry) But you know what? This is totally out of character for me. Usually when someone spits in my eye while laughing their a _ _ off in the process it doesn’t take but a split second till he is grabbing himself while desperately trying to find a smidgen of oxygen to resuscitate himself back to normalcy. I have the utmost disgust for bullies and regardless of the predicament I found myself in it never stopped me from jumping in the fight. But here I am cowering down like some little whip that has
just had his lunch money taken from him. I don’t know what happened to me - maybe it was the drugs someone slip in my canteen in Nam and it took effect slowly as the years went by - or it could be all the years of marriage (just kidding dear) and it could be someone has spiked my drink with wussy pills. I really don’t know but it is evident something has stripped me of “the fight in the dog.” Excuse me, I’ve got to check something out – yep, the boys are still there. Thank God! Maybe I’m just numb down there for all the years I let this mysterious political machine syndrome give me the ole kick in the groin.

Bullies beware for the Big Dog is awake and barking and He is hungry for revenge!