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COLUMN: Like the playground, Congress filled with fighting children

Tuesday, February 9, 2010 | 12:01 a.m. CST; updated 9:47 a.m. CDT, Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Sometimes on television, it’s hard to tell if you are watching politicians in Congress or children playing in a sandbox. The ages are different, but the games are the same.

Most Americans, those hanging by a thread and those who are a little more secure, are sick of watching the stupid games. Either elected officials want to help the country pull out of its current circumstances or they merely want to get re-elected to public office. If they are seeking re-election and think the country will be fixed by the time they can serve again, they are really out of touch with reality. They clearly don’t understand that unless they undo the harm that exists today, the likelihood of a country on solid ground is a delusion.

Whenever I am watching politicians these days, I remember when I had to move away from my small hometown into the city. First of all, I was a sheltered child in my hometown, protected by parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts and cousins. In the city, except for immediate family, I was virtually alone.

Every day when I went to the playground for recess, I had to fight. That was the rule whenever the teachers looked away. Fortunately, my older brother who was wise to the ways of the world had taught me how to fight. Since I was always a skinny child, he taught me to go in fighting as soon as the handwriting appeared on the wall, I was to get the opponent to the ground by whatever means was necessary. I fought every day and lost nearly every fight, but because I wouldn’t back off, the kids soon got bored with me. This lesson taught me that the kids were not mad at me; they just felt it necessary to show me that they were the people in charge and they wanted to protect their territory.

On television, I see this same game played every day in Congress, so of course, I am bored. I admit that I’m not interested when the players try to offer reasons for their strategies. You see, what happened on my playground in the city was that other students were watching what went on at recess, and they appreciated my refusal to back down, and my second year in the new school, I was elected class president. And just like this Congress, the children on the playground never learned a thing while the members of my class went on to achieve a splendid education and recognition for their efforts.

I would say that a lot of people of my generation experienced the same problems when they left small towns for the city. And for all I know, those same dumb kids are still lining up on the playground for fresh meat. Mankind has traveled all the way to the moon in the time that has evolved since those days when I had to fight. Great advancements have been made in technology and medical and scientific research. Most reasonable people would imagine that everybody has taken a few giant steps in that period of time. The fact that some members of the U.S. Congress are still playing these childrens games in 2010 is sad for the country.

These same people are talking about national security as though their prone positions are helpful to that cause. Most of the people who are truly concerned about national security recognize these sit-down people are the reason we have to worry. Their mental processes are so shut down that they fail to see that failure to recognize people with whom they disagree and who are not like them is the reason we have to fear strangers.

I truly believe that Americans who understand the U.S. Constitution are willing to defend it at any time against all comers. I think it is those that hide behind the red, white and blue to shield their anti-American beliefs in their own superiority and the inferiority of everybody else on the planet who fear they will be slaughtered in their beds. They walk on that thin ice in the full knowledge that decent, law-abiding Americans will come to their rescue. And such is the pity.

I’m glad I went through all the playground fights and the other traumatic experiences of childhood because I learned to distinguish between the true warriors and those that like to hang around with the crowd, do nothing and talk the warrior-like talk.

I have pretty much accepted that after the struggle to achieve parity, that due to the antics of the two-party system I will never go to the polls again. I am not angry about that. In a democratic republic, you win some and you lose some, but you have the privilege of participating.

Because many of us fought the good fight, I believe the day will come when future generations will put an end to the two-party system and the corruption it has brought to our land. Justice will someday pour down like a mighty stream.

I believe that.

You can join the conversation with Rose M. Nolen by calling her at 882-5734 or e-mailing her at nolen@iland.net.


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