612: Division of the House

American political parties stand-off

The conflict in the US over policy goes far, far beyond Democrat or Republican. In all actuality, those two surface divisions are far more alike than they are different. No, it goes far deeper and far more fundamental than political party affiliation.

Where we fundamentally agree is on “what’s best for America and her citizens.” Where we fundamentally disagree is on what exactly that “best” consists of.

To me, it boils down to two camps which are not necessarily identified by party affiliation, and this describes the two and the primary difference between them.

The difference, as I see it, is between those who  want people to stand on their own two feet, to be responsible and mature, and to provide for themselves and the progeny they produce: in effect, a limited government. This refers to the vast majority of able-bodied citizens, not those honestly and deservedly unable to care for themselves through advanced or young age, physical or in limited cases, mental defect. I get it, some people need AND DESERVE help. Unfortunately, there are far too many getting help currently who do not deserve help Рthey are where they are because of choices they themselves have made, and this camp believes that bad choices should have consequences.

The other camp believes that people actually born and breathing deserve all their needs, nay even their wants and desires (apparently irregardless of practicality or worth) met by a government that cares and provides for them from cradle to grave, in every aspect of life, economy, personal responsibility, decision making and bad choices totally irrelevant. Cost apparently irrelevant as well.

That appears to be where the division of the house occurs. I guess you can tell on which side of that fence I pitch my tent.

343: And Also

And also, the neighbor –

after three consecutive days of party hearty into the wee hours (and beyond into daybreak)

was cleaning up the beer-and-BBQ debris, followed by

a tiny white kitten, whom, when questioned about this tiny fur person,

answered “He’s yours,”

despite the fact (which he already knows full well)

that I already possess four kitty people who all call me mom, AND

who displayed (knowing this would cinch the adoption) this tiny baby’s open sores

to my shocked gaze, ensuring the little fellow would be able to (instantly) claim a new mama.

His white fur has cafe-o-lait color smudge clouds, topped by an erect dark pencil tail and startling intensely blue eyes and

also, he stands in the food bowl, frantically kneading the kibble,

purring madly while scarfing  bikkies as fast as he can,

because he is unsure if the food will last, like a shipwreck survivor, which

in a way,

he is.