Buncha wounded political animals

   I blame the socialism creep.  Not Bernie, of course, but socialism/communism more general.

  Back then we were also a mix of ilk.

  Our friend Christian had a proverbial whip to break down the last of the sediment of "political" so we could just feel human again.  And in doing that people participated more freely or at will.  Some chose not to.  This is not China.  That's baseline.

  I guess the whip which never touched anyone was a more effective prop than gavel in judgment-free zone.  And it was Asheville, so there was a lot of "smudging" going on.

  Not so strange for the word healing to come out of Trump's mouth.  Certainly lots to heal up.

  Well, of course the older people are cranky.  Just chits to the democrats!  And a lot of them with no companionship whatsoever in those places.

  Critical, critical everyone's got opinion especially because we've all got votes!

  We move on.  Non-violently; that is what a peaceful transfer of power really is.  The grievances mount to the moon but the best anyone can do is move forward.

  Gosh, I remember being a young white kid and the election rollercoaster of emotions coming to a plateau.  It may have been Denzel Washington who did a voice like Sipsy in the movie Fried Green Tomatoes.  Point was, buck up.  It takes longer than 48 hours for the stocks to go go and the trickle to sputter to life.  It's not like there aren't 1000 little things to tend to.  It's not like the cozy middle America has to get uncomfortable.

  Boy did we cry though about the horrors that had happened.

  And, what about, what about we carried on.  Our bleeding heart liberal emotions had us emotionally worn out, then angry--at socialism.  And then to find out, more work, more work....

  Felt like dreams crushed.  The just a bit olders in the Holston camps put on their best black ladies and redneck "dads" as characters.  They'd imitate us blubbering, too hard, life's too hard, then character act the toughest, most caring people they'd met.

  Do you think the Republican dictators should just make the hand-to-mouthers slaves?????

  Course it was real black women and men that had somehow survived in the real world who brought the play-acting into the realm of real conversation.  In Knoxville we did all that with an element of art and "pizazz".

  Around here there'd been family members--white, black, and purple who'd gone without to hold onto properties.  And neighbors who picked casseroles up off the ground when helping hands were turned away because of color and flavor of religion.  While the north's election cycle mood thawed pretty quickly, the south made some pretty icy barriers as boundary against "the circus".

  But hos-pit-ality is part of good business, women business owners stayed in place and rather tearfully explained, not really understanding all the loaded in tensions about accusations of stealing, or being told how to look now.  A lot of their men were having to travel farther and farther as sales went into region phases, and budgets were so like leaky dams team leaders had to physically bring stuff from one location to another so as not to waste and to make pennies but profit.  Then be so careful about reinvesting the profit into sustaining the businesses.

  No safety net.

  Not much margin for error.

  Be careful!!!!  Comes out of the manager's pocket and no manager, no store, no restaurant!  My God, be careful!

  Not "just an onion ring".  We were learning a lot of stuff for the first time while also trying to heal up loved ones from such a long bout with socialism running us into the ground.

  Some people didn't want to start partying again.  And some people stayed away from businesses because would rather say nothing at all.  Others scrounged sofa chamge to help people get a house cleaning or carpentry odd job done.  People felt funky.

  Yeah, we did see that onion ring as symbolic of the whole business!  None of us was perfect but together we could make a successful business and so each of us was successful.

  We did that in graduate school.  "You" don't want to stick to the script?????!!!! Jeeeeeeez, it's 7AM and you're coming at my friends like you're a missile.  Okay, you write it!  You write what you will say...load up the powerpoint with your genius phrases!  Turned out to be a great practice which helped people develop their own thoughts and navigate defending thesis.  Some people had never seen their thoughts externalized.  Even some people with great stature.

  Cha.  Some future world leaders cared to take on the practice!  It matters especially when/as real world happens more quickly and by a kind of ongoing conference call.  And practicing lets people ask people...how did you hear that?  Of course, some interdisciplinary students realized they can issue orders to some of the people they speak at, but there are others they want to reach but can't force.

  I was really glad to see an authentic smile on Trump the other night.  It's that authentic happy people want me doing my life's work smile that every American should get as we turn this around.