It’s a Messy World
Politics does not interest me beyond the amusing Facebook memes of Donald Trump with an orange Tabby on his head. I’m an equal opportunity sarcasm generator, as cynical about the Republicans as I am about the Democrats. Politics is an evil side effect of the need for governing, a tumor that hides its morbidity beneath the guise of progress and social change.
That said, I understand the need for it, why it exists, and I’m grateful to live in a country where so many voices can be heard—where we’re free to listen to all sides and at least make an effort to sift through the silt to find the occasional nuggets of gold. They do exist, those nuggets, on both sides of the political fence. It does take some digging, though.
In the wake of the Paris terrorist attack, I’ve upped my reading on the news sites. I don’t stick to one, but read them all, from CNN to Fox, Washington Times to The New York Times. Each favors a different slant, so the only way to round out the info is to seek it out in multiple places and organize the puzzle pieces. Not being a political animal, this means that a lot of it reads like math word problems to me—in other words, blah, blah, blah. When it comes to full comprehension, my struggle is real. Most of the time I scratch my head and think, “What the…?” And the contradictions? Rampant. If the truth is out there, it’s wearing Groucho glasses and a Klingon cloaking device.
The frustrating thing is that no matter how much energy I expend reading the news, there are always more questions than answers. The only thing I come away knowing for certain is that the world is hurting, bleeding, and there isn’t a Band-Aid big enough. My heart aches for Paris. It aches for Darfur and Somalia. It aches. It aches.
ISIS has a Jihadi Help Desk operating 24/7. The incongruity of that is astounding, and if it doesn’t scare you, then you’re way more badass than I am. My first thought upon hearing of this was that it sounded like something the old crew of Saturday Night Live would’ve concocted. But this is no joke. It is real, and it is frightening.
Politics will not fix this. Rhetoric will not fix this. The world has always been a messy place with big bad wolves aplenty. History proves this to be true. Somehow we go on, and these days in which we live will be no exception. I do wonder, though, through what lens this age will be viewed in retrospect, long after I’m gone.
Today’s Naked Truth offers no solutions. I’m not sure there are any. At the end of the day, all we can do is live our lives with whatever grace and dignity we can muster, delivering kindness in strong doses to others. Small victories are better than none at all.
I used to tell my kids they should always leave a place better than they found it. I still think that’s the best any of us can do.
See you Friday for Observations from the Tub. Have a good Wednesday!