What Kind of America Do You Want To Live In?
We are all good at giving criticism, me especially when it comes to thinking about the kind of America I want to live in and see my grandchildren raised. But can we just agree on some things?
So what kind of America is possible in the next century? In a country of three hundred million people, that’s a lot of ideas. Can there a common thread?
I speak personally about what I regard as my America, an immigrant from the UK.
San Francisco, my first American home before Mendocino, long ago ceased to be the kind of city where I felt safe, where I trusted the city’s Supervisors to act on what the people wanted for their city, lives, responsibility, compassion, forward thinking, and liberal, yes. But not so liberal that addicts, homeless, and the mentally unstable can roam without proper care, forced to defecate in the streets for lack of compassion.
Twenty years ago, I had no idea how globally ignorant American’s were about so many things, and how it makes no sense to me when thinking about how America once led the world in science, technology, medicine, entertainment, Internet, and space travel. Today this youthful ignorance is everywhere and never more visible than in the Trump years. American’s are weirdly crazy and my concern is that I am being taken down the crazy road as if it were the most natural way to go anywhere.
I’m not a poor person. Not a billionaire. I’ve had my successes and suffered the steepest falls because of it. But it should have been prohibited for me to earn the kind of money I did from writing songs. Easy to say, right? Here’s the thing, back then, if someone were to have suggested I wasn’t worth that money, I would have screamed blue murder. It has taken the coming of age and experience to see the light.
There’s no doubt that asking three hundred million people for a view on what kind of America they would be happy living in, is knowing the answers given would be varied, dramatic, and insane. How is it, today, that America has become so divided between its coastal urban dwellers, to those preferring a life in the Midwest? (generally speaking)
Is it me, or has the whole country become a madhouse? I long to have an opinion that I can discuss with anyone, anyone at all, that doesn’t risk a violent reaction, or seek to separate families.
In truth, there has been little difficulty for me while living in America. I’ve. had few major issues, yes, but on the contrary, I live an exceptionally comfortable life — as life goes — and I have had more than my share of goodwill.
Such good fortune is not everybody’s experience. Can we be happy in America when education is considered in a far less positive light to that of owning weapons? When suicides are at such a high rate among our young?
Most hypotheses for suicidal tendencies are dramatic and most times wrong. Any sane doctor knows the reasons for suicide are invariably psycho-pathological and that a truly suicidal person manufactures his or her own difficulties.
Some of the most charming, intelligent and articulate people I have known is a long list who have enjoyed my company — as is the list of people having no wish to tolerate me for even. a second, none of whom prevented me getting less than the full value out of my life. However, the years under a Trump presidency were torture for me.
Such a period made it impossible for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of life. I have run from despair to outrage, and back again, country to country in a ridiculous effort to escape from that moronic ogre. In doing so, I’m afraid I caused a great deal of unhappiness to those who love me.
What is going wrong that so many people refuse to see the good that a Biden presidency is trying to fulfill? Is Biden the super President, oh God, no way. But don’t working people want help with childcare? Is three hundred billion a sum American’s cannot cope with, even with all the pork, to see the nation become more balanced between rich and poor?
Yet dare to reduce military spending!
Senate Passes $768 Billion Defense Bill, Sending It to Biden
Dear President Biden, please tell the senate to go fuck themselves!
No one thing is responsible for my despair. I’m sick, sick to fucking death of it all.
More important than party loyalty, cannot we be brave enough to choose the moment? The acrid air covering America carries with it reason after reason, excuse upon excuse. Can’t we decide what is good for all of us?
What unnerves me is that men like Trump and Putin, and oh many others, rise from their dens of inequity to hold court over us. Well, fuck them.
Can we agree that living in a democracy works for the vast majority of us? Can we agree that capitalism is a good and sometimes bad thing? Can we agree that the country should invest in its young with offering free education? (Investment, not socialism)
Don’t modern families need help with childcare? (makes sense for the economy, not socialism) That the elderly could live without worry if drugs were reasonable and available to all? (Haven’t they paid enough to feel cared for, not socialism)
Can we agree that paying nearly eight hundred billion a year on military spending is porn and hard to stomach when working people cannot afford a home? Can we agree that a Supreme Court should never have to elect a president. Or that the Supreme Court be selected by the governing parties?
So, I ask you, what kind of America elects a criminal, a moral deviant, financial crook, least trustworthy husband, paper towel thrower, before the presidency then turn him into the Mafia?
Congratulations America, we finally cannot see the wood for the trees. Whatever is coming our way, we surely deserve until we fulfill our education priorities for the next several generations.
The American government knows we care more about sports teams than our children. So why should they act any differently. The whole freaking nation is dumber than dumb.
Blah, blah, blah! I could puke. Admit it. We are done for as a ‘United’ States.
Turn the lights off, lock the door, and send in the Senate nightwatchman.
Good night, and God Bless America.
I welcome the learning, teach me.
