Well. I am going to do it. I am going to write about politics.
This clearly goes against my contract. It states, in article 42, section 7:
“Any undeclared war, civil war, insurrection, rebellion, revolution, warlike act by a military force or military personnel, destruction or seizure or use for a military purpose, and including any consequence of any of these. Discharge of a nuclear weapon shall be deemed a warlike act even if accidental.”
Um. The words “discharge of nuclear weapon” and “accidental” don’t seem to fit together, do they?
Also, there is:
“For services rendered and to be rendered, it is agreed between the Author and the Author’s agent that the Author does hereby irrevocably assign and transfer to said agent and agent shall retain for the life of the Work a sum equal to fifteen percent (15percent) as an agency coupled with an interest of the gross monies accruing to the account of the Author per the Agreement and any subsequent agreements for the life of the Work in all its editions, revisions and adaptations, prior to deductions from or charges against such monies for any reason whatsoever.” (No, this was not my author’s contract. But it was close. It made my head hurt.)
Oops. Wrong section. I found all that charming legalese here.
Section EIGHT says:
Momsie doesn’t do politics. Politics are whack.
Linking up with Five Minute Friday, today. And wouldn’t you know it? The theme is:
Well played, Kate Motaung.
All right. Brace yourself. I am now going to talk politics for the remainder of this blog post. It’s a rare and rather frightening event, much like spotting Big Foot, but also if Big Foot was going to knock on your door and ask to SPEND THE NEXT FOUR YEARS HANGING AT YOUR HOUSE.
Here are my thoughts on politics:
- I never really knew what a caucus was until this year. This admission is making my father and at least ONE of my old students who now teaches Social Studies growl at me. I always thought a caucus sounded kind of risque and salacious. Therefore I avoided them. Momsie doesn’t do salacious.
- I now live in a small town. The caucus does not come to me. It must be searched out, hunted down and fought for. Cue up, again, the SAME movie clip that I seem to use for every blog on here ever:
Hey, if the Last of the Mohican moccasin fits, wear it.
In other words:
3. I’ll give you my caucus when they pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Bit over the top? Bit too dramatic? Perhaps. As we all know, Momsie feeds on sugary dramatic overstatement for breakfast.
4. Evil, and evil people, are simply those who are unwilling or unable to deal with true self awareness.
I know. Think about it. I came up with that in the shower this morning. I thought it was pretty good.
If we really were able to deal honestly and thoughtfully with you we are, we would be walking towards God. God made us that way. He crafted humans to lean to the light, to seek justice, to be clean. And, our leaders are human. No, really. They are. So, I am praying praying praying that all of those who are so intent on leading this country would really be willing to tackle their motives, their deepest heart. Their true nature. And that goodness would filter to the top.
5. Finally. It’s possible the candidate we want to win, won’t. It’s possible. Very possible. And yet, as my pastor says, “God will still be on the throne, no matter who is president.”
God is. God was. God will be.
I believe that the world seems very scary and sad and angry when we look at facebook, at twitter, at the news. It is understandable. Know why?
The world is a very scary and sad and angry place.
I also believe:
The world is lovely, loving, and new every morning. And that Good will prevail. And that glory reigns. And that, thank you, EASTER IS COMING!
I also believe: too many fearful news posts can be combated with:
- Kitty pictures.
- Or, perhaps, both, AT THE SAME TIME.
KITTY SCRIPTURE FOR THE WIN.
‘Purr-fect peace’. That’s cute.
Now, go vote.