When I was a child, grown-ups seemed to be all over the place. Get in a fight? We had to shake hands and serve our punishment. Make fun of someone? That’s a trip to the principal’s office. Lie, cheat, steal? You better watch it mister, a slap to the hand and a mouthful of soap would be coming your way. Adults were the ones making the right decisions. They were somewhat of a moral compass long before I knew what that even meant. Where have they all gone?
It just seems odd the predicament we have found ourselves in-in today’s America. Is anyone making the right call? Make fun of someone who thinks differently, that’s just politics baby. Identify as something you are clearly not, run with it kid, I’ll get you a surgeon. Steal from the American people, well, depending on what side of the aisle you sit, you are probably in the clear. There seems to be nobody making the right decisions. Nobody that is willing to say, woah, woah, woah, easy there pal. It’s sad. It’s troubling. It is actually quite pathetic.
It seems that we are racing down the expressway going 110 toward a brick wall and there ain’t a passenger in this car willing to suggest we touch the brakes. Let’s see what will happen. Let’s film it for our socials! As long as we can one-up our peers it’s worth it. Something is a little of here, don’t you think?
It can’t be a mistake. There is no way that we have been dumbed down this much in such a short period of time. That an entire nation has regressed to the mindset of a child, a child who doesn’t make any good decisons. It must be intentional. It’s like the majority of this nation has a God-sized hole in their heart, and the powers that be are suggesting we stuff it full of tide-pods, personal gratification, or whatever the trendy identity of the day is. Who is responsible for this mess?
I suppose we are. We should be the adults. The kids that were corrected should have grown up to correct. Instead, we allow it. It festers, it grows, it’s that nasty mold that we can’t seem to find the energy to scrub away for six months until we found out the house is diseased. Sure, we are only as powerful as our own voice, but collectively that voice should be booming. Not in celebration of the atheletes or the the pop-stars, but in support of our children. If we are not the adults, what will they grow up to be?
Hide and seek is an all time great kid-game. I’m seeking a few more grown-ups in this world, but still they remain hidden. Can someone please find the adults in charge around here? Where have they all gone?
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