In the White Space

I just took a weekend retreat from the news this past weekend. On Monday, I found myself engrossed checking the papers online for any important stories I may have missed. I should have waited a few more days becaue the big story of Congress reconvening to put its stamp on the feeding tube case just got my goat. I was somewhat shocked by the overt hypocrisy. Does anyone believe Congress and the President are sympathetic for these two parents who suffer over their adult child who has been brain dead for 15 years? I do not.

Here we have the Legislative and the Executive branches of the national government working overtime on a bill that affects only one family. How much money did it cost to keep the government open over the weekend, fly members of Congress and Air Force One back to Washington, to debate and then vote on the bill that was signed at 1:30 AM on Monday? Congress as a collective body has turned its back on thousands of human lives killed for the so called "war on terror".

Congressional leaders showed their greedy pencil vision over the weekend pandering to a simple-minded few who seem to learn their lessons from Sunday services and the television. These faithful but powerful few then scoff at other intellectual thought. I gather there are many in this group who are more concerned with the state of this woman whom they do not know, than with their own family's health; in fact I'm sure of it. These are the same few who support killing through war, capital punishment and gun freedom then storm the doors of Wal-Mart exploiting the worlds poor.

After my weekend retreat away from the news and other negative stimuli, I thought of a way to describe my life. I am one who lives in the white space of a double-spaced paragraph. It is somewhat boring but essential to the whole.