It is a rough world out there toughen up for the journey. How many of us have heard that refrain? Kicked from pillar to post we seek kind eyes. Someone who identifies with our suffering. Anyone who cares.

Have you ever spoken with someone on the telephone where 98% of the conversation was them speaking of their greatest passion…theirself? Finally, they ask how you are doing whereupon you mention a few things you have been going through. Then, having gotten their breath they continue delivering the lecture of one.

Labor Day is coming. Four months from today is Christmas. Empathy will revive for a bit.

We seek an answer to life’s persistent questions. Why do some of us live comfortably while others do not have enough to eat? How is it that religion has coopted dedication to Christ as a get-rich-quick scheme? Why are so many dedicated Christians so poor?

Our Flag is not the property of one political party. Americans of all political and religious persuasions have fought and died for the red white and blue.

Politicians tell women they know more than their doctors what is best for their bodies. Women need someone to think for them through the hard decisions. They need a man…

Ladies who have cats are a good thing. Faith is not dependent on the musings of old men. Hope is not dependent on the corporate board. Faith does not flow from the Bishop or Elder or Pastor.

He cried and stood to announce that the Vice Presidential Candidate was his Dad. He loves his Dad. He was proud of him and wanted the world to understand his affection. He was not looking for affirmation or approval. His Dad and his relationship was all that was important. He was not afraid of tears affection or demonstrated love. He is us if we can just let go…