Living the Dream or Living the Nightmare

Our deepest and sincerest apologies to: George, Benjamin, Robert, George, Roger and James.

We are not living up to your expectations. We are not living up to the expectations of what you held near and dear in your hearts for the founding and building up of a great country.

We did not forget. We did not forget what you fought and sought for generations to come. What you dared put down on pen and actual handwritten words on paper. And signed your lives to.

But Founding Fathers. We are lost. Hundreds of years later.

We are lost.

We lost our way.

We know you fought and sought for us, the citizens of this burgeoning country to strive and thrive. You sought and fought for the noblest of quests. Although you may have seemed too formal, too proper, you were not. You sought respect, manners and honest reflection of the soils and land of which your future generations would be and feel privileged to walk. Mind their talk.

In this year. The year of the 2,000’s, we do not mean to be too slangy, too twangy, too bangy, but can you please guide us as to how to collectively,

And not to sound too USA-ey here,

”Cut the crap”?

We are lost.

We are desperately lost.

Attacking one another.

Letting our friends and our Allies down.

Being horribly taken advantage of.

By both our own “men”

And “men” over the seas.

We are letting our friends and our Allie’s down all in

One fell swoop.

We know. We know this is not what you intended. Not what you intended on those hot days of summer with no AC —working into autumn when you fought, spiritedly, debatedly, passionately to found a country on honesty and principles. You fought for the future of generations of people who you did not see, did not know, did not know what they looked like, and yet you fought for their lives and their freedom.

You never stopped fighting for their lives.

and you did not know them.

Yet you fought unselfishly for the freedom of people you never knew, did not know and just sought to fought.

We are eternally indebted to you for you honest visions. But Dear Fathers. We are desperately lost. so, desperately lost. We are desperately lost and full. Full of ourselves.

We do not think as you did. Unselfishly, strongly. bravely.

As you did. As you intended. As you intended us to do.

We are fighting “dirty”, with full cupboards of food, full closets of clothes, full designer dishes. And to boot, we are taking from the least of these and those just to prove we are “right”. So we look good. Look the best at what we do.

We know this is not what you fought for. And yet we pretend to care.

We do not think as you did: Unselfishly, strongly, bravely.

There is even a movement to “do away” critically racially theorally with what you fought for—for this great country you founded.

But oh. We want to look, SO good in doing it rather than admit that we are wrong for doing it.

We are.

We have become.

Collective wimps.

You would be ashamed of us.

Because we are not living up to the expectations that you founded for our great country.

Dear Founding Fathers, we have gone so astray. Were you here. Now. What would you say? What would you tell us to do?

We are lost.

Worst of all.

We are lost within ourselves.

We are letting our friends and Allies down and heck we are even letting our enemies down.

How pathetic we have become. Here. In the land of the free. Home of the brave. We hedged. We lost. Our sense of self. Our identity.

Even our enemies are wondering what happened to us. To the US.

Even though they fight us, they look to us for leadership.

Things are grim. And “identi-tied” to the point of horrible and insidious degradation of one another. We know this is not what you fought for. Yet, we are powerless from and of

Ourselves.

We are wimps.

We are collective wimps.

But we have come to the conclusion that as long as we look good, all is good, all that is done in vain. Is worth it.

We search. We seek. For some kind of clue. For some kind of direction. For some kind of moral compass.

To lead us. Lead us soberly. Really lead us. Away from the this. The now. To

Sincerity, kindness and respect for all.

Two great Alexander’s.

Two great arguments.

One Alexander. Early American’s “right hand man”. Born into obscurity in the British West Indies, Alexander Hamilton made his reputation during the Revolutionary War and became one of America’s most influential Founding Fathers. He was an impassioned champion of a strong federal government AND played a key role in defending and ratifying the U.S. Constitution. He had a complicated relationship with slavery. He bought and sold enslaved people for his in -laws—and possibly even his own household.(H)

Hamilton was born out of wedlock. Abhorred slavery. But any moral objections he held were tempered by his social and political ambitions. He was born out of wedlock near a Caribbean waterfront frequented by ships transporting captives from Africa. Growing up on the island of Nevis, young Alexander walked past slave auction blocks and the crowds who gathered in the public square to witness enslaved people being whipped. Amid an island of such natural beauty, there was no avoidance of slavery’s grotesque cruelty. (H)

Another Alexander.

Born hundreds of years after Alexander Hamilton. Was named Alexander Graham Bell. The great Scottish-born inventor, scientist, engineer who is credited with patenting the first practical telephone.

”What the heck is that”, you ask. Did I hear you correctly?

Indeed.

Call it what you choose:

The telephone.

The Connector.

The Camera.

The word Connector.

The Menacing Messenger.

The Menacing Messenger Machine.

The Device enabling a whisper to become

A scream.

Interestingly. Mr. Bell’s work had been associated with work on elocution and speech, and both his mother and wife were deaf; profoundly influencing Bell’s life’s work. Bell’s research on hearing and speech further led him to experiment with hearing devices which eventually culminated in Bell being awarded the first U.S. patent for the telephone. Ironically, Bell considered his invention an intrusion of his real work as a scientist and refused to have a telephone in his study.

Thank you Mr. Bell for the tool to connect.

Our apologies for using your great invention recklessly and selfishly.

We are lost.

Maybe if we Google it, we will get a clue.

And then again.

Maybe not.