Yep, I am convinced. The country needs to go to the time-out corner of the room, sit down and stare at the juncture of the two walls. There, the country can think about what it has done. Then, when it thinks it has settled down and is ready to rejoin the rest of the world in peace and harmony…well, then it can get up and come back and be a part of the whole once more.
All through the election last fall, I thought the country should take a time-out. All the petty criticism, all the over-reactions to things said, all the hostility…golly it was like being in a room full of little bickering children.
Then, when we were going through the fiscal cliff thingy earlier in the year, I thought the country needed a time-out again. Now we’re playing with another crazy financial time bomb crisis in which one member of Congress today told the Senate, in public, to get off its—and I quote—“ass!” Yep, we need a time-out.
It’s getting so ridiculous– my shouting at the television every night while I watch the news. I shout at the news all the time now. And what is most disconcerting is that I don’t think half of what they put on the newscasts is news. It’s the same-old-same-old. When something becomes routine, it is no longer news. But, there it is every night on the news: same politicians saying the same things, same countries fighting with each other, same horrible shootings in our local neighborhoods, same cute puppy stories…same same same. Nope, not news.
So tonight I am yelling at the television again. My wife is working late so I am yelling alone. She is not here to tell me to shut up and finish my peas. So, what am I yelling about tonight? Apparently, there are some people who did not think it was proper for our First Lady to personally appear on the Academy Awards last Sunday night.
If you were to believe these people on the television and radio, you would be convinced that First Lady Michelle Obama is the biggest enemy to these here United States. Like, what a conspiracy to have this attractive, well spoken, well liked, impressive intellect of the Democrat persuasion invade one of the most sacred of American traditions by entering the privacy of our living and bed rooms during what is universally recognized as one of the longest, most boring, pompous award presentation ceremonies in the world. My God, it is worse that Iran getting nuclear capability. How dare her!
Y’know, I was watching the Oscars Sunday night when Michelle was introduced from the White House (please excuse me, Madam First Lady, but you are such a down-to-earth person who puts us all at such ease that we feel we can call you by your first name). Now, it was not a holy-crap moment for me, but almost. I thought, wow, that’s pretty cool. They got the First Lady, one of the foremost representatives of our country to participate in the Oscars, one of the foremost iconic events of American culture. WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THAT?????? Well, others saw it as political conspiracy; a marketing ploy; a strategic salvo of brainwashery…whatever. No one saw it for what it was—just plain fun! Why can’t we have fun anymore?
I am convinced if the President, no matter who he or she is, were ever able to be the master of achievement by accomplishing total world peace among every stinking little and large country on the planet, someone, somewhere in America would criticize him for not shaving or her for having a bad hair day when this great event was announced in the rose garden. And why aren’t those roses properly trimmed, too?
Can you imagine Mamie Eisenhower (for those of you who remember her) announcing Best Picture on the Oscars? Or how about Nancy Reagan—talk about political! And, she and Ronnie were from Hollywood for God’s sake. Now, Barbara Bush would have been okay. Com’on, face it, even the ever-loved Jackie Kennedy didn’t have half the personality or presence of a Michelle Obama. Why is it so hard for all of us—note, I said ALL—to be proud of the First Lady? Oh. You don’t suppose it’s because she’s… Nah, not today, not in America. Don’t tell me that. I mean, gee, speaking of Oscars, didn’t Daniel Day-Lewis just win one for Lincoln!
Yep, it is time-out time for our country. So, country, get on over to the time-out corner. Cry and sniffle all you want. I’m not letting you out of time-out until it’s time. You might be there forever!
Marc Kuhn is the author of three books. Recently published is an adult historical novel, THE POPE’S STONE. The other two books are for children: NEVER GOOSE A MOOSE…And a bunch of other things you should never do!; and ABOUT A FARM, lessons for life regardless of where you live.
All three books are available at amazon.com and each has its own .com website under its title.