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Mad Men of the World

We silently argue over Columbus Day. Which to me is Indigenous Peoples Day...Yeah. So this was the way. Yeah yeah. We are all upset over people warring in politics and or one country attacking another. Sure, I get it. But when are we all going to stop the Mad Men? When are We going to reflect on our own Inequities? When are We going to be kinder to our differences? 

When We stop the Mad Men in politics and say, "Enough!" We need to reflect. We need to be forgiven from within and without. We, the free... need to reckon with our freedom not by Tribalism. But to be introspective to our own individual soul. I learned from my Marine recruiter nearly 45 years ago that is what made a good Marine. That is what protected the United States. Having our own individuality and compromise with one another diplomatically, to become a team when the People of the United States needed us. 

But if the People who are or haven't served do not reckon with their own greed, gluttony, and ungratefulness then our hands our tied.

If you cannot allow diplomacy. If you shut down a Writer's books in your town, instead of going by 'Mature Audience' rating. Or Parent or be a watchful 'Big Brother' or 'Big Sister'. Be a Good Neighbor, quietly, diplomatically. Then what does that say about who You are?

We all need to sit back and reflect on our Inequities. Yes, turn off your machines once a day, get quiet for seven minutes. That's what I was told by someone who worked as a psychologist for our federal law enforcement officials years ago. By the way, it's like a diet or exercise... it takes practice every day to learn to be that alone, quiet, having the view to clean your thoughts, your soul from the inside out.---Jody-Lynn Reicher


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