So sitting in the house for so long brings one to 'eye wander and wonder' - just what is really on those shelves, in the closets, behind the couch, stuck in the corner? Do we even remember? Is there something we have ben looking for and hey ho! There it is. And not to forget, there is always that storage room containing items you have not touched in years. But toss it? Yikes! That hurts!
So, good and bad points of major recycling. When done together, with partner or friend or even one of those formerly lazy kids, it is fun. It leads to conversations, renewed memories, tears and laughter, and to a concentration on saving family history. It also encourages generosity as so much can be recycled and renewed, off to another lifetime of service. It can make you feel tired, yes, but it is a good tired, a satisfying tired, a good feeling. It gets one moving, and if lucky, one finds a new hobby, a new skill, and is brave enough to try it on for size. We have done that and we have had great results and met new people through it as well. Your house will seem larger, as will your world, even quarantined.
That is one side of decluttering. The point is to not take on too much at one point and stick to it, otherwise the new piles of 'stuff' will overwhelm and here we go again. But there is another decluttering and that one is truly difficult, sometimes angry, confusing, concerning and discouraging. We look around and wonder how the hell we ever got here and how the hell we get out, finding a pathway through this maze we have allowed to grow up around us.
We need to declutter society. No, not get rid of groups of people as some hatemongers propose, but rather get rid of those whose crudities and cruelties, whose ideas, have overwhelmed our country, trampled upon the Constitution and the meaning of our Declaration, and shut down the America of old. That imperfect country that followed the Little Engine That Could, and kept chugging away up that hill of improvement, at times backsliding, but somehow, always returning to that uphill chug. Where is that country now? What has happened?
What happened and continues to happen is the cluttering of the ranks of politicians and supposed public servants with incapable, poor excuses for these roles. They have their own heads cluttered with thoughts of greed, of that huge public trough, thinking they are so different from the rest of America, deserving of special treatment, and if need be, changing the ethos of America. Never mind the 'herd' out there. They are not important in the long run; thus, the horrid treatment of supposed violators and the growing divide of a nation, one almost too big to span, almost too much for that Little Engine. The statement once made with surety - "I think I can, I think I can" is now said with a question mark at the end, a query of uncertainty and even fear.
We have become cluttered with the once unthinkable. Congress and the President were separated with different powers to insure the smooth running of this country. Now we have a certified lunatic at the helm who is constantly trying to usurp those powers, to shatter the separation of powers that gives our country balance. The harm is infinite. He dares to take upon himself the right to dictate by orders, Executive Orders, many of which either carry no weight legally, or are stark raving illegal! Now he wants to control the spending and taxes that by right belong to Congress. Even worse, he tells people that 'I will continue to defer or even 'excuse' payroll taxes if you elect me again.' Ah, the powers of open bribery.
Sounds good, right? But that is because his noise, his useless and dangerous noise has cluttered our thinking cells. What happens then to Medicare, Social Security, the lifeline for so many seniors? You see, hidden in the clutter is the fact that these programs are funded by payroll taxes!! Go know, huh! So, here we go again, for unless you are one of those who 'counts', then if you are old, you are expendable. And there is the side benefit: ridding the country of those who remember and cherish and want a return to the America we once were, to the standards we once held, to the America of the Statue of Liberty. Where has that country, its citizens, its rich who serve the people, where has that country gone? Not to flowers, but to the heaps of decluttering as we throw out all the good of this country, as we hold ourselves, this country, in thrall to a demented man whose own brain is decluttered because there is not much left of it!
We forget, in the mess and mass of clutter, the important figures and facts. We forget that these oh so wonderful orders are spending monies taken from Peter to pay Paul. These are decisions and actions that demand monies from states that are broken already by the economy that Trump ruined by his dangerous actions re the pandemic. There is nothing good there in his actions, his statements, and his idiocy and illiteracy! Nothing! Only danger and clutter that kills, yes, kills.
Here is what is hidden under the overwhelming pile of his sins and grievances, his attempts to kill this country as it is, trying to turn it into yet another Third World dictatorial country.
161,347 dead from the virus - that we know of.
Almost 5 million infected.
Another 97,000 kids testing positive, you know, those kids who don't get the virus!!
More shutdowns predicted and taking place.
More layoffs.
More evictions for renters and more bankruptcies for landlords, particularly small ones, who cannot hold on without the rents.
More interference by foreign countries in our elections. Particularly Russia for its pal, Trump.
Attempts to threaten the integrity of the election itself and the open threat to ignore unwanted results. The most dangerous of all.
Yes, we certainly need to declutter, as individuals, and as citizens of America, once the greatest country of all. We need to clear our homes, our brains, our country and let fresh air in once again, to throw out the antiquated and horrendous ideas that mean death, hatred and oppression.
Think about the new look of decluttering. Where are you in this process? I know where I am.
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