As Marvin Gaye Once Asked, “What’s Going on?”

In the U.S. violent crimes, such as murder, have increased at a record high since the 1990’s. Property damage has also seen a bump. What does that say? Pandemics are bad for your health in more ways than one?

I love this original recording taken in 1973 (I was 12-years-old). This was during another time of turmoil in our country.

Turmoil… yep, that seems to be the appropriate word

Yep, lots of worthless laws. We went through a pandemic with little relief for a record number of people out of work. Mortality is at a record high in over 100 years. Birth mortality too. People just seem to be dying a lot. Living and staying alive has gotten a whole lot more difficult.

People are out of work. People are hurting to makes ends meet. Police shoot others with little to no oversight; yes, Derek Chauvin finally paid for a blatant murder caught on film – but sentencing hasn’t begun yet, and the same day a 15-year-old girl was shot by a police officer.

We’ve had about a mass shooting a day in the last week.

Young people are getting hit really hard.
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Yeah, what’s going on?

Laws multiply across the nation when we should be lessening laws on the books. Laws don’t cure the broken heart. Too many criminal laws for just about everything from removing mattress tags to having your front tire touch the white line at a stop sign.

New laws against basic health procedures, laws against voting, laws against gathering and protesting in a free country, and laws to give juveniles a life sentence without allowing a chance at redemption or rehabilitation (yep, that just happened). We have so many laws it is estimated that nobody walks through their day without committing some type of crime. But how do laws help people hurting?

The country is like the bad parent that beats the kid instead of nurturing and loving the child.

The government seems to be just sitting around scratching it’s head with “inaction” being the most prolific word of the day for our Congress and Senate. This has gone on year, after year, after year.

What do people need for healing?

CEOs still got raises.
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We had record profits during the pandemic. Every CEO made millions more in 2020. I guess the nozzle was broken and nothing was able to trickle down to the American citizen. I got this nifty pink slip instead. I mean, pink is an okay color, but really I would have preferred understanding for my family situation instead of being fired because of family emergencies?

It seems justice always fails the common person, and only works for the rich or elite, and those with unchecked power. The American worker is the afterthought. The citizenry are fodder for the fiefdom. It’s no longer a country “of the people and for the people,” but a country “for those guys and run by those other guys.”

Sometimes, all you need is a hug.
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Blame becomes inward and people fight each other instead of those who are to blame. Not saying anyone should fight anyone, its just hate gets shoved inward and when it explodes it hits the guy next to you.

We look at the dogged eyes of a nation and wonder why there are shootings in the news weekly or daily. Too many guns? Probably, yes. Too many angry people? Probably, yes. Too many not feeling secure or hopeful? Yes, most probably.

Meanness, cruelty, and anger is at an all-time high. We have our cancel culture, our tweets, our “white knight” syndrome, our SJW’s, our proud boys, and extremists on the right and the left. Everything becomes extreme, like stuffing too many doo-dads into a small container. The contents all start to spill out.

What’s going on? Why can’t we all just get along? Why is the heaviness of desperation a weighted blanket lulling our anxiety-ridden nation to sleep?

It’s because all is not well in a country that has forgotten the people of the country. I listen to politicians that repeat the same song that was sung 10, 20, 50 years ago. Is it still a hit? A platinum record in the making?

What’s going on? Oh Mercy, mercy me…

I just liked this version.

And a song written because of the sad injustice seen for those of color, is really a sad introspection of those who are less fortunate. Those who were not born of means. Those who were not born of wealth. Those who were born not in a time of equal opportunity, but in a time of poor management. The poor get poorer, the ones who barely got by, get by on less, and the ones doing so-so are now doing so-not. The gap between the well-to-do and the not-so-well has become an unfathomable chasm.

Just a little extra, man

I laugh when I see the politicians make impassioned pleas to raise the minimum wage. They spend “HOURS” arguing to what I see as a moot point to them for over a decade. We are soooooo past that mantra. They are a day late and a dollar short.

UBI is what we need….

What about just sending people money? Do you know what helps people who need money for bills and food? Money for bills and food. Seriously, UBI is the only thing that will help at this point, and then start working on making real change to help the people. Political brownie points are not what’s needed.

But for now – CASH works. Want to ease some of the pain that’s causing people to go a bit crazy? Give them some money to pay their bills and feed their brains.

Just sayin… and that’s my rambling commentary for today. I’m not really saying anything. I’ve just been wondering and wandering in my thoughts.

Gotta protect the weak like a Doggo god. 😀

I think people are hurting and I wish I could help. I watch other faces and it makes me cry. I can’t make their sadness go away. This calls for more than a tweet and a retweet. That isn’t going to heal the nation or the hurt.

I hope you look to the right. Then look to the left. Look at the others around you and say, “Hello.” Smile. Be kind. Don’t be quick to judge another. You haven’t walked in their shoes. Don’t be an asshole. Ask, “How can I help you?” and mean it. Speak up for those who can’t speak for themselves. Speak up for the different, weak, and awkward.

Because one day you might not be able to speak for yourself.

I hope you all have a great rest of your day or week or searching and seeking, and finding what you love.

Love you Gracie! 🙂 ❤

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