Oh, oh, oh, you know

heat Oh, I don’t know, you know? You know what I mean, I’m sure.

Oh, the stifling heat. Walk outside and into an oven. Drown in endless glasses of ice water and spray down legs with the hose. The humidity can’t be wiped off faces and arms, and the sweat pours from places never known to emit moisture. It’ll save on the water bill since there’s a lot less flushing going on.

Oh, the endless tension and stress in the news. If it can go wrong, it does. It’s all Dominoes, all connected, and it’s just a matter of time before they are all knocked down. Lickety-split, the blocks tumble faster and faster. Oh, you know what I mean.

Oh, when exhaustion hits, even the smallest thing can hit a nerve or two. Most of the time, it’s just a minor change not even noticed. But when the ol’ brain cells are fried, tolerance takes a hike and tempers flare. Fight nice, people. Fight nice. Yeah, you know.

Oh, the Big Picture is illusive when so much goes wrong. A huge room full of people in Washington bicker and barter, yet have eyes only for their own reelections and the short term instead of what they were elected to do. Do they represent the voices and opinions of the millions they were elected to represent in this political forum? I can’t answer that. Can you?

Oh, it’s frightening, you know? No, it’s terrifying. This is the proverbial trickle-down theory in action.

Oh, I know it’s a broken record stuck in an endless loop, complaining about the economy, the end to unemployment extensions, the cycle of poverty, and the lack of authentic leadership. But, the mess is so big, so overwhelming that it has trickled down to everyone’s every day life. The rose colored glasses are broken and long forgotten.

Oh, I know the only glue that holds it all together is the formidable ability to stick to our guns. We are an idealistic, moral  people. Though millions have a ton of wool pulled over their eyes, they still can see their feet, their foundation of inherent goodness. They will come around, you know what I mean?

Oh, the trial comes, the challenge, the gauntlet is only balanced out by togetherness. Together, we combine our power, our force, our fortitude to help lift those tons of wool off those eyes that can’t see. Our mightiest tool is our voice, our medium the Internet that carries our voices around the world.

Oh, I don’t know, but you know what I mean. Yes, I’m sure you know.

1 comment:

  1. I know what you mean. I've been in Yellowstone Park for over 2 months and I haven't missed the news at all. Nothing changes if I listen to it or I don't. I am really dreading going back to the real world. The news and the world events just seep into your soul and make you depressed. And then there's the heat. You know?