We the People – An Illusion

We the people, are told if we do not vote, we are the problem . We are reminded  if we do not vote, we have no voice. That if we are not in the booth , to pick a side , a person, or a presented stance, your right to be upset with the status quo is no longer valid.

You see, this here, this, precedence that voting solves all problems, that it cures all woes, is in fact, a complication of our founding principles. . Most people have no idea what they are actually filling in a box for. Voting has turned in to a way to express this notion you oppose the other “side”, or “the lesser of two evils”.

We the People – Have the power over Congress, our Senate, our President – our Government. It was designed that, the People had the say in laws and representation. The United States Government was designed to serve the People. What currently exists is, the People serve the Government. We serve their special interests, their health insurance, their lobbying, and their campaigning.

How can we say, our leaders are For the People by the People, when the vast majority of the People only voted because they felt they had no other option. Because the People felt it was their civil duty to vote , yet did not even agree or know the policies on which they are voting for?

Maybe its time we stop choosing sides, just to choose a side you dont even agree on. Maybe its time the American people stop letting a stance on who and what they vote for , be the imminent factor of what defines their morals and overall influence. Maybe, just maybe, its time for The United States to start speaking to our neighbors once again, regardless of our political opinions.

We the People – have no power, have no control, and have no voice, when the only reason we vote is because we felt we have no other option. We cannot come together as a country, as friends, families, and communities with such hostility that we cannot even fathom to speak to anyone who has opposing view points.

We the People- have a voice. But we continue to feed in to the divisiveness , name calling, and blaming that we vote in to office. We the People have the ability to change this country, but it starts with us. It starts with how we treat those around us and those we do not  know. Those we elect in to office is a reflection of us collectively. If We the People cannot work together – how can we expect our elected officials to work together?  For if our Government IS made up of the People, we are hate filled towards one another.

We the People- expect our Government to act accordingly- on policies we do not read. On bills we do not know and laws we do not understand.

The Scariest Truth of Them All

Tick- tock, the sound of the clock. The echoing of the nothing, resounding at every click. Tick… tock… louder and louder , more profound with each “tock”. But it wasnt a clock , it was the seconds of life, slowly wasting away, never to be held again. With each “tick” , a reminder that a she would never amount to anything great. Ordinary, theyd tell her , but extraordinary for the ordinary… so confusing, so , over whelming. For when women all around her were rising above the barriers , becoming doctors, lawyers, and entrepreneurs, she was becoming buried. Buried among the new expectations of what it was meant to be a woman… The pressure. It was building , and the walls around her grew higher and higher. Simplicity wasn’t all that simple anymore. See, simplicity now amounts to all organic, pure, soft but strong, a bread winner, a mom, an advocate, a home maker, not to mention lets always have it all together. You’ll be fine, they said, You’ll make it big , they said. But she didn’t want big. She wanted small, and simple. But simple wasn’t so simple , anymore. Constantly pushed and pulled, to defend feminism,  or told she didn’t care about women. But she cared, she cared so much , just not with the pressure how she was supposed to. The walls got taller, and she became more tired. Go to college they said, run a business, drive this, eat that, wear this, and support all of them. NO, they would shout, you cant do that. You have kids to birth and paths to walk. But , she said, every path will be wrong.

Death To Die For

Kata could see Adam, a seven-year-old little boy. The whole village was there, surrounding him, intently staring. The boy stood shivering, eyes fixated with fear into the eyes of the Leader, Bria. The sky started to dance with lightning, while thunder shook the earth. Rain consumed all vision, except for Adam and Brias figures. “This is the consequences of defiling the law of the Earth! No one, not even my own son, is exempt from these laws” Echoed Brias voice amidst the crowd of the village. She took out a bottle, and appeared to whisper  words to a petrified, but quivering Adam. She then, very gently  handed the bottle to Adam, kneeling down next to him.

“Drink” Bria said, just loud enough for those within arms reach, could hear. Adam stood quivering. Bria took the bottle, and very gently coaxed Adam into an embrace, soothing his head, speaking softly to him.She raised the bottle to his quivering lips, and the slightest smile escaped his face, as a tear rolled down his cheek. “I’m sorry, mommy” the words escaped Adams mouth as he seemed to lean in for an embrace, but the contents of the bottle rolled into his small body. The little boys body began to shake, as he collapsed to the mud. Bria stood up, emotionless,  and walked away.

The village did not cry out, and  no one went to recover his fallen body. The crowd dispersed, as if nothing had happened. Whispers did not fill the air, and concern was no where to be seen.

 

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