How many shoulders
were dislocated this month,
patting themselves on the back?
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The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind that
swept humility aside.
How many shoulders
were dislocated this month,
patting themselves on the back?
~
The answer, my friend,
is blowing in the wind that
swept humility aside.
Where, oh where have those
old values gone in this age
of gross incivility?
~
Statesmanly reason,
and measured, nuanced response,
offer no zippy soundbites.
How can people tell
politicians from statesmen
before the ballots are cast?
~
Before and after –
statesmen don’t scorch the earth,
they nourish and protect it.
If Trump can’t govern
his tongue, how can we expect
him to govern a nation?
~
Some people believe
that he who governs the best
is he who governs the least.
How can this great noise
emanate from one with such
an insignificant voice?
~
For him to be great
again requires only
volume but not a sound plan.
How many maxims
can you state and break before
you have completely maxed out?
~
One with no compass
relies on sententious pomp
rather than admit he’s lost.
What did Wilde call
he who knows everything’s price
yet has no clue its value?
~
Cynics fit the bill
but never want to pay it –
not now or going forward.
Why not begin and
end the day with gratitude
for one small happening?
~
One small happening
that punctuates every day
assures gratitude.
Must politicians
always found their campaigns on
endless animadversions?
~
Negativity
and blame is much easier
for those of small heart and brain.
Why do we insist
that father knows best when it’s
clear that mother knows better?
~
Fathers and mothers
comfort and protect the young:
perhaps adults need neither.