The Never-Ending-Game-of-Political-Musical-Chairs-from-Hell

Were you aware that many states actually have Musical Chairs Championships?

No joke. Not for those of slender build, easily pushed off chairs or for the tone-deaf, faint of heart.

This type of contest is probably not for everyone.

But were you aware that you’re playing in one right now?

Take a quick look at Washington D.C. or watch any cable news and see for yourself.

Welcome to The Never-Ending-Game-of-Political-Musical-Chairs-from-Hell.

Anyone ready to stop the music yet?

It’s been going on as long as I can remember, ever since I came of legal voting age back in 1988.

I used to think there was a long list of differences between the 2 major political parties…. now it seems that the differences are merely cosmetics and semantics.
Before you hit “back” on your keyboard, consider this:

Regardless of who’s been in charge the last 30 years or so, the end result has been basically the same.

More and massive debt.  New wars on top of old ones.  More regulations.  More expensive and expansive government.  Higher taxes.  More broken promises.  Less freedoms.  More chaos.  More division.

Sure, the route taken to get there may vary depending on the driver (which is what keeps us divided instead of united) but the destination is always the same.

Like I said, welcome to “The-Never-ending-Game-of-Political-Musical-Chairs-From-Hell”.

Except in this “game”, the music never stops. We just keep dancing around in a circle trying to grab a chair but the damn music won’t shut up.

See if any of this sounds familiar:

“Their guy” gets in, starts doing his thing.

We respond by throwing out phrases like “What about the Constitution??”…

Or,  “The Founders this and that…”

The flags and Bibles come out, and we get locked and loaded.

Then “our guy” gets in and we suddenly get short-term memory loss. We start assuming “All is well!” simply because our guy is in place.

We start throwing out phrases like, “We’ll do a stimulus package the right way!”, and “Our wars are righteous wars!”, or my personal favorite, “Trust me, we know the Constitution!”…

Then every 4-8 years or so, we get a new “leader” as our DJ.

Only the music is starting to sound more like McCain and Hillary singing a duet while scratching their fingernails across a giant blackboard.

Aren’t your legs (and ears) getting tired of this?

I’m hear to tell you… it’s never going to stop until we stop being willing participants in this Game from Hell.

Ask yourself a simple question and answer honestly:

At this stage of the game, do you really think we’re ever going to get a solution from Washington D.C.?

Oh sure, we’ll get a few scraps thrown our way once in a while to keep us at the master’s feet under the dining room table.

But while we’re licking the dusty, dirty floor, we fail to see that our master’s dinner companion is the “other guy”.

You know, the guy our master told us to hate. The guy our master told us would destroy the country…

There he (or she) is, sitting in your chair, eating your dinner, sleeping in your bed.

And somehow, we’re OK with this.

I’m not. Hopefully, you’re not either.

We still have a choice.

We can come to terms with the FACT that a top-down solution is never coming, and start looking towards local solutions.

Yes, we need to keep voting nationally. But for cryin’ out loud, knock it off with this voting for the “lesser of 2 evils” nonsense.

It. Doesn’t. Work.

That’s what got us in this mess in the first place.  Yes, from both sides. (More on that in another post)

Start locally.  Get to know your local reps personally.  Let them get to know you.

Get involved with your schools and churches and youth programs and city councils.

This is America. Not a Kingdom.

Stop waiting for the King or Queen to fix things.

Get to know your neighbors. Even the ones that voted for “the other guy or gal”.

You may just discover that they’re not the Spawn of Satan. They might just be someone like you who wants a better life for their family.

And they’ll figure out the same thing about you.

Then we just may start to realize that we’re all in this together.

We may just realize together our only hope for a real solution starts from the bottom-up.

I believe it can be done. I know it can be done.

It won’t happen overnight, but it will happen…

… IF we take our hands off the chairs and walk away from that damn music.

 

To God, Family and Country,

‘Doc Seth’

~husband, dad, elevator