Talking Turkey, Politics being the Turkey

I went to Helen, Ga a few weekends ago and came across a most interesting musician, his name: Ekim Beau. He plays a 180-string CrossBeau Zither and it’s absolutely beautiful. So beautiful I want to play his CD of cover tunes (and a few originals) over and over. And I do.

Right now I’m roasting a huge turkey breast I got on sale, it’s like 12lbs, all the white meat I can eat for a week, perhaps three. And the house smells of rosemary, garlic and succulent turkey. The oven-splattering keeps time with Ekim and Echo dancing(read: clawing my couch) in the living room, it’s almost a little surreal. Almost too pleasant, considering the state of the country, of the world.

I think having a wordly conscious is a family trait, and writing about it is certainly passed down through the genes. Us Peacocks have this need to express what we think and feel RIGHT NOW, and then digress into our own “helpful” solutions. Yes, we are a needy, varied bunch. But our hearts are in the right place.

We are a disaster. 

Not the Peacocks per se (but oh, how we are!), but the world, America, all of us. We are in major need of the scent of a well-roasted turkey and the sweet stylings of Ekim Beau. We need to remember why this is the greatest country in the world, why we were born Americans, that we are either the resulting success or failure of the grandest, most elaborate experiment ever.

The stock market is sinking, the world banks are failing, housing prices fall as debt rises at astronomical rates. We’ve put faith in something unreal and now, it’s biting us in the ass. Go figure. Who would’ve thought? 

If this isn’t a lesson in reality, I don’t know what is. Yes, silly. Reality.

I saw a horrible photo on the web today of a day trader with a gun in his mouth. I read about respectable families leaving behind their 300,000 home to wander the US in a Plymouth to escape creditors, I hear about good and solid businesses drying up overnight. Is that real?

If we aren’t in a Depression, then what are we in? Is there a pill for THIS?

I bet if Merck could come up with one fast enough, we’d all be inoculated against the harsh reality. This “Democratic Showdown” has failed. And we’ve done it to ourselves.

We’ve become complacent and afraid, fat and bored with the inner workings of what truly affects us. We’re lazy. And now, we’re paying for it.

Where is our President, and as an important aside, WHERE is our VICE President??  Where are our leaders? Our fearless ones, unafraid of these newstories, the ones willing to take action, to calm fears, to create movement, positive and strong? Where are They? 

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This is why I know we are in a depression. There are none. We’re in the midst of a Presidential election and yet, not one has risen above and given us truly original, progressive ideas. Sure, Obama has the probably the best of intentions, but when he speaks of them, they call him a Socialist. And when McCain has a singular thought, they call him old and grumpy. 

Is there any end to the debate? Can’t we agree on one, single thing?

Can’t we agree that we all enjoy a pleasant evening at home? A warm oven sending out scents that make our mouths water? Can we agree that we long to be with those we love? That we ALL miss someone serving in the military.. can we all agree that we all want to succeed, and we want our children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews to have a free, stable country. I think we can agree on more than we currently disagree on. 

But we focus on the negative, on the harsh words and false prophets We need to remember that we’re all in this together. You and your neighbor, me and you, me and my mom, my mom and my dad, my dad and my sister, my sister and her boss, her boss and his joe employee, joe and his girlfriend june, june and her mother jane, jane and her husband, her husband and the iraqi soldier Saheed, Saheed and his wife, Sanji, Sanji and her mother………

We are not isolated in the US anymore, like in the last depression. We ARE a global economy. We are a GLOBE. It’s not just about being a family, or being American, but being human. And there are humans, of all colors and creed and doctrine all over this planet. 

And we best get it together soon. Or we fail, big time.

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