I am out of sorts. So out of sorts that I’m thinking of immigrating. Again.
What? You didn’t know I was an immigrant?
When I was eight my mom and brothers and I moved to Canada. I lived there seven years. Our neighbors didn’t like Americans and threw firecrackers at me. When I was fifteen I moved back to California where I thought I belonged. Now I live in Vermont. Which goes to show what I know. Pretty much nothing.
I hate to admit it, but now I’m embarrassed to be American. To live in a country that allows a special interest lobby to keep us from affecting change that could save lives. Hell, to live in a country where a special interest lobby thinks it’s okay to sacrifice lives for its own monetary interests. They should be ashamed.
I am. I am ashamed of us as a country.
So much of what I believed about us has turned out to be lies. We allowed the wealth and power in this country to settle with the very few. And those few don’t seem to be at all interested in making our country great. No. They want to play with their toys and to hell with the rest of us.
Okay, I’m off topic.
The shootings in Oregon set me off. I despair of there ever being any commonsense legislation regarding firearms and that feeling morphs into despair over the state of government in this country. I am stunned at the lack of response to massacre after massacre. How we can’t even rally and bring about change when children are killed.
How wrong we are. How selfish. Shortsighted. Immature.
I look at our federal government’s inability to work as a team. To find a common goal. We can’t even agree that killing children is unacceptable and do something about it. Who is standing up to say this is enough, no more killing? And why isn’t the entire federal government standing with them?
I am embarrassed. For myself and for us.
We are so wrong. And in the wrong. I’m sure my mother is tossing in her grave. And I’m wondering if things are any better in Wales. Or maybe Scandinavia.