Today’s political climate and vitriolic commentary from the White House have me searching for things to make me smile.
I am fortunate because there is still a lot to smile about.
A blue jay calls our patio home. Pretty Boy stands guard in the cypress tree outside our kitchen window and chirps the second I enter the kitchen in the morning. After his breakfast ration of seed, he listens as I inquire about his day. His visits make me smile.
YoYo Ma performed a Bach concert at the border in Laredo, Texas this past weekend. A Chinese-American lending his talent to comfort asylum seekers is a reminder about our common humanity and it warmed my heart.
After a spring storm, I noticed two ducks frolicking in our swimming pool. They do not appear to be ducks that are from around these parts. I am happy they stopped by for a visit.
The thing that makes me smile; and laugh out loud, is the image of the current leader of the free world boarding Air Force One with toilet paper dangling from his foot. In and of itself this is sophomoric humor. I plead guilty.
Consider this; did someone choose to remain silent about his predicament? He was riding in a limo and there is zero chance he got the tp there. Someone had ample opportunity to rid him of this embarrassment before he climbed out of the limo and walked the walk of shame all the way across the tarmac, and up the stairs to the plane.
I believe someone CHOSE to remain silent. I’ll bet it was a woman and that makes me smile.
For the record, Pretty Boy thought it was funny too.
Categories: Biased, Unbalanced and Politically Incorrect
I am a lifelong Southerner, short story author, and essayist. Home is Dallas, Texas.
My essays have appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine, The Dead Mule School of Southern Writing.