A recent trip to the national capital, oops I meant capitol, is always a trip about following the money. Despite living in the area many years, I am more than saddened to see the conspicuous consumption, the vast numbers of luxury vehicles, high rise and office building construction, more destruction in natural resources and waste, waste, waste. The roads are better there, the transportation system better there. The D.C. residents have Taxation Without Representation. It is the den of inequity. Poor and rich. And no voice about it.
The chaos is pulsating. The electromagnetic fields there disrupt my sleep on a regular basis. So does the continual cacaphony of sirens, police and ambulance. All night long. The yards are spotlighted because of the immense crime. Despite the security, there was a recent wave of break-ins to storage sheds in the yard in one particularly wealthy area. It would be hard to miss the crime in action being seen except for the fact the hoodlums do it while the residents sleep. They want expensive bicycles, tools anything they can peddle. Fast.
There is a yearning deep inside me that longs for quiet. Longs for less of everything. I am continually at a loss why people need to leave on porch lights, room lights, music, tv, ceilings fans. People aren't even home. They sleep past the crime because they work unimaginable hours. They follow the crowd, each looking for their own monetary piece of the action. Few Washingtonians are politically active. Few risk speaking out again Congress because they don't want to lose their financial potential. They have finely honed their responses when asked about Congress.
"They're smart people. You can't break the gridlock. People have ideas about wanting more. Heck, it's human nature."
Human nature? There isn't even a defense of this. Where is the outrage? Most people are just too darn busy being divine parents, divine, workers, divine citizens.
The conversation behind me yesterday in a children's musical theatre consisted of a young father speaking to another young father about hiring the B E S T soccer coach for his three year old. I listened to this father talk about the future soccer coach's academic credentials. Soccer prowess. We're talking about teaching soccer to three year old's not high school seniors. And this is just soccer. But it could have easily been about music lessons. Don't get me started on pre-schools. Did I mention, there is a one to two year waiting list and it is all done by lottery now? I hope you know the gender of your divine child while they are in utero. There just isn't any time to waste!
A childhood once spent discovering nature, building a fort, creating art work gives way to organized childhood. So hurry! At the onset of fertilization, be sure to be at your computer to sign up your child.
Nine months goes fast!
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