“Human”

While applying for a marriage certificate in Lexington, Susan and I were asked to identify our race. We agreed we’re tired of that question on every government form everywhere, so we entered the word “Human.” The clerk was not having it and insisted that we properly categorize ourselves by skin color. We complied, yet it felt right to push back, just a bit, and peacefully, against an anachronistic regulation. If and when the government asks me to declare my religion, I’ll enter the word “Liberty.”Screenshot 2017-03-11 08.48.54.png

Two Writers Walk into a Bar

Writer 1:

I’ve been writing freelance ads while Rome is burning.

Writer 2:

Keep on playing’ the fiddle…

Writer 1:

Yes, sir.

Writer 2:

We’re looking more like ancient Rome than ever.

Writer 1:

Yes, we are.

Writer 2:

“History doesn’t repeat itself but it often rhymes.” Attributed to Mark Twain, but who knows.

Writer 1:

We may extinct ourselves before we’re able to destroy our governments. So that would be something we haven’t done before. I’m so cynical.

Writer 2:

I’m trying to resist becoming cynical, but that just makes me angry at myself. I want to write words that burn peoples’ eyes.

Writer 1:

Yes. I need to get myself together to write about it all. I feel helpless. As though my voice doesn’t matter. But that’s not right, right?  We have to resist. We have to fight. However we can. If that’s then pen, then that’s what we have.

Writer 2:

The pen is the first choice.

Writer 1:

Wonder where the best place to live would be while our Republic falls.

Writer 2:

It might not be all bad. Rome eventually became the capitol of one of the great western European states. Of course…they had to endure the Dark Ages first.

Writer 1:

I mean, where can we get clean water, access to food, and be physically safe? Christ, I sound like a right-wing doomsday prepper from when Obama was elected.

Writer 2:

That’s a shift. Now it’s us progressive-thinkers considering digging backyard bunkers.

Writer 1:

All the wackos got from worrying about Obama was free health care and a stable economy and low gas prices and low unemployment. Haha! We are so screwed.

Writer 2:

We’ll go down writing. Some of us may go down fighting.

Writer 1:

Maybe love will prevail? Maybe we’ll get through it without the destruction of the whole country?

Writer 2:

Let’s hope, but also work for it. What I’m most afraid of is that good people lose hope and completely withdraw from participation in the process.

Writer 1:

It’s easier to step out of the fray.

Writer 2:

I wonder if Democrats will bother to vote at all in the next election…if there is a next election.

Writer 1:

Most people over 55 will be silent.

Writer 2:

That’s the trouble with the left — in general, they’re soft and sensitive. In other words, “snowflakes.” The right is tough, mean, and organized. And they don’t care if they have to crack heads to make their version of progress. The law of the jungle doesn’t work in favor of compassionate thinking.

Writer 1:

What do we do? Run for school board? I mean, seriously. I’m not a politician. Do we really have to become political writers? That feels out of my league. Then again, if an ignorant reality TV celebrity can be president of the United States, nothing’s out of anyone’s league.

Writer 2:

People have to want civilization.

Writer 1:

I want a peaceful society. Not a warring, angry one.

Writer 2:

I want the same, but wars don’t care what people want. Societies have a will of their own that’s completely separate from the desires of individuals.

Writer 1:

Keep your head and arms inside the vehicle, and enjoy the ride.

Writer 2:

But if we lean to the left or right just a bit, without falling out of the car, maybe we can influence it just enough to keep it from flying off the rails.

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