The Centrist's Corner

Last night as I lay gently in repose and thought about suggestions, discussions and political woes. I found myself mired in reminiscences of past discussions, of discontent from the left and malcontents from the right, it dawned quite brightly, that now corners come in painters' realms when painters paint themselves into corners. Yet--in the center there are no corners--and so began my plight--for stones can fly from left and right when centrists' trade they begin to ply. Could the center, the core, the bridge between be better right than the right? Or left in between can centrist euphoria be better left to all than leftists left to chaotic rule?

You see we have a need for someones...anyones...all the right and all the left ones... to nose ahead and find themselves sniffing, and thinking, and meeting somewhere in the middle. The bridges are burning and leftians and rightians are turning, into Muppets that are dragged, as puppets, by staffers (or their own delusional leaning to narcissistic self-importance) who have yet to graduate from institutions of lesser learned ones and even lesser learning. So now, my fingers are churning, and there seems to be a yearning--where should we be turning? Does anyone feel the need, the need for new adjourning, learning and blaming fingers pointing to mirrors, not queers, seeing self for what ego has become--empty--rant-icle--tyrannical.

So flee, run to the middle. The coin won't flip, the earth won't tip and those a little more on may become a little less more-onic? The constant banter of public discussion regarding very personal topics like orientation of affection, childbirth, marital union and drug use are not for civil topics--these are private matters for individual citizens that have been brought to society through personal sacrifice by soldiers, warriors, brave souls that believed in freedom--for the progress of humankind--for nobility to finally rest in the breast of the modern human.

We should honor this privilege--and not re-write histories, or past glories or personal stories of a religious ilk.

For many on the far right fringe, "It's Jesus, please, oh God...save us from these godless heathens who don't worship at the altar of nihilism, and others that worship at the deities of spaghetti monsters and Allah and a virginal peanut butter cookie!" When all the while, books are written by celebrities with names like Snookie? And singers sing, like Gaga, though stylishly adorned, born to be this way, the lyrics of tolerance are scorned.

And so it seemed from much experience, deep research and simply a flick of the thumb on the remote control's drum, "A centrist...we need a centrist...like Jesus, not dissimilar, for love may find a way...a man, or woman, or both, or the same, who could tell a tale and not embitter socialists...not enrage the most-cialists...and soothe the savage tone of gun-toters in Tucson, cross hairs on democratic constituencies and weary Obamas who just want you off his 'Barack.'

The continued fervor of right wing pundits and politicos to rule nations, peoples and ideals seems a constant theme as we hear banter and blather from names of old like Gingrich or Paul; calls for a return to "old-timey values" from new names like Palin and Bachmann, but the furious accusations thrown at a first-term president from the left trying to support the leader who negotiates by giving "14/15ths" of the demands made by his stuck-in-their-tracks Republican opponents has caused a stagnant session in discussing the financial remains of the day for the world's leading, tho' injured, economic 'beacon on the hill'. At a time, when action against certain repercussions is a must--both parties will be blamed--and once again isn't this an indicator for a middle ground, a centrist island where all can stand with--a will to meet and solve this divided place of light?

Abraham Lincoln once said, "If I was two-faced, (as he was accused by opponents) do you think I would wear this one?"

We all know how hypocritical the life of a politician can be, yet the constant mud-slinging and accusatory dialogue continues even tho' the rare politician seems to make a career without some sort of skeleton jangling out of a closet. There's a hub for ya, "Who was the cleanest politician of all time?"

Perhaps the greatest gift that politicians in America could give to the world...let alone their own citizenry...would be a return to some sort of structured game plan...y'know...some goals.

"Let's pay the bills."

"Let's give our soldiers the right to an education after serving more than three years--risking their lives for very little financial benefit."

"Let's stop squawking about church and state separation--and just separate the two--there was a reason for this. Oh yeah, so people could have freedom of religion."

"Let's allow our children to live in a nation that wants success, not yearns for the next game craze."

"Let's become a nation of free-thinking, brave revolutionary individuals."

Teach your children well, so they may tell...is a song lyric...but it's also a prompt to communicate. Unless the nation that has led the world in economic, military, charitable and societal standards for over hundred years gets it's act together the 21st century is going to be a long and arduous trip that drives into one ditch after the other--on the right then on the left--left, right, left, right.

Hmmm, the echoes of a goose step? If we start burning holy books and demanding our opinions and lifestyles on our fellow citizens, what are we? Time for air conditioning...a fresh breeze to blow the partisan pirates out of the water and create a main street that all can build their shops on.