Parenting Kids and Occasionally, When Needed, Our Country
Fear! Big motivator, fear. My old daddy instilled a certain amount of it in me and my brother, mixed with enough love to make it palatable.
As a writer, I operate occasionally within the restraint of my own fears and one of them is comparing Bush and his associates to Hitler and his. That no-no (and I agree with it) is too hot to handle, distorting and inflaming by imagery a bunch of other truths, that we then become unwilling to face. It turns the things that need to be faced into a wild-eyed rant and then we both stop listening. Everything's lost to the roar in our ears.
Even the language of my labored point is twisted by unwillingness to put an American president up to such a comparison. Beneath all that contorted say-it-isn’t-so-ism is a surface that, once it’s scratched, makes for understanding of a different nature.
Some things come suddenly clear, when you scrape away, sometimes shovel away, the rhetoric.
I have, for sixty years, wondered about and discussed with friends, how the G…