No need to elaborate on Mark Twain’s quote, but we have just witnessed another State of the Union Address. President Biden appeared the most presidential we have seen for some time. The Peanut Gallery of Congressmen and women didn’t fail to amuse or tickle our funny bones. It wasn’t the Grammys, but I didn’t watch that either. After his opening remarks, we decided to switch channels to watch a movie called “The Grass Harp.” It was by far a wonderful story filled with love, memories, unfulfilled dreams and a cast of great actors. It took the edge off what would’ve been another review of another president and all those who support and don’t support him.
I know it’s important to stay informed, but when you live as long as I have, it’s just more of the same. I was born in 1942, during the presidency of Franklin D. Roosevelt. I was too young to know about politics, so it didn’t matter much to me who was or wasn’t the leader of the free world. Over my lifetime, I have seen fifteen men hold the office of president. There were the very charming and charismatic. There were military men with years of leadership experience. There were those who knew about world events and had traveled to those places. There were the meek, the weak, the powerful, the womanizers, those in the realm of business, the young and old. Quite a conglomeration of personalities, style, moxie and power. The first African American was also among them.
Every four years we put someone on that pedestal and hope that our needs will be fulfilled. Unfortunately, these people are just like the rest of us and yet far different at the same time. When President Trump gave his State of the Union Address, the Speaker of the House blatantly tore up her copy of his speech. Last night, was the scene of heckling, booing, and grown-ups acting like children. What has become of us as a nation? Do we resort to name calling, insults and backstabbing to settle our differences? What it boils down to is our insatiable desire to be better than each other.
I won’t go any further, or I’ll be accused of a posting a political rant. It just seems we’re never satisfied, no matter who is in office, and just think, it won’t be long before the next presidential election is on us. Praise our Almighty God, that He is in control – even in times of chaos and confusion.
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Great post, Kathy. I especially love your last line: “Praise our Almighty God, that He is in control – even in times of chaos and confusion.” Amen to that!
I was born during the Eisenhower administration. My paternal grandmother, whose maiden name was a variant spelling of the name Eisenhower, claimed to be a distant cousin of the president. Not to be outdone, my mother stated that she was a descendant of President Tyler, because her mother’s maiden name was Tyler. So I grew up believing that I was related to two U.S. Presidents. And I was proud of that.
You know what they say about pride going before a fall? Some years ago I had my family tree traced on both sides, through the Ancestry website. I soon discovered that we are not related to any of the U.S. Presidents.
But I am the daughter of the King of Kings. And that’s all that matters!
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Great story. I don’t know if I’d want to be related to any politician😊
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In looking at today’s political world, both Mark Twain and Will Rogers would never run short of material. However, they’d probably never find an open avenue to share their wit and honesty. The politicians would gobble up all of the air and media time, just to hear themselves speaking again.
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Amen to that😄
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