Okay, I’ve been patient. I’ve tried to take the high road and sidestep arguments I don’t want to get into with people I like. After all, everyone is entitled to an opinion. I’m just not big on jamming mine down someone else’s throat. So I tend to turn inward, (usually mumbling, “Not my circus, not my clowns”). Recently I attempted to head off a potential argument (you never want to get into a war of words with a senior citizen armed with zeal), by stating I’d give the man a chance to prove me wrong. Yet I keep hearing Michelle Obama’s, “When they go low, we go high” ringing in my ears. I keep hoping the storm will pass and we all survive.
Well, it’s time to put on the waders…because this crap has gotten deep.
A wise man once told me, “The problem with stepping in crap is the more you move around, the more it stinks.” I agree. But I can’t take it anymore. It feels as if my head is going to explode. I find myself either avoiding the news or huffing in disbelief, ”Are you kidding me?! Seriously?!” So in my role as “the Kid” in the story “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, I have two words for he who believes himself king:
It shouldn’t be necessary to point out that hissy fits via Twitter are unbecoming to ANYONE in a position of power. We’re all aware “you won!” …as well as who didn’t. Real adults know when to let things go and move on. Being viewed by the world, not as the leader of a great country (we knew that word before you claimed it, you know) but as a spoiled, rich brat who yells louder when he doesn’t get his way isn’t… well….great. Repeating the same lies over and over doesn’t make them true. Even a five year old knows that. The problem is, for all you have, you don’t know how to be a true public servant. That’s what your job is, you know. Serving others.
Let me help. I am a public servant. I’ve worked in local government, serving my community, for almost 30 years. Even with a college degree, my annual salary is probably what you spend on a fancy dinner…or a couple of rounds of golf. I’m the Director of a facility…and the entire staff. On Tuesdays I cook lunch…one that I planned, shopped for and served. On Friday, I’m the janitor, cleaning toilets and taking out the trash. Hell, I even take home our kitchen laundry once a month. I’m part of a mandatory retirement system I didn’t choose, which allowed the public to vote that it was okay for the state to invest my money. There have been some lousy investments, leaving my state representatives complaining that I, as an employee, need to pay more into the system. (Because they’re paying out $3 billion a year and only taking in $2 billion a year…and somehow that’s my fault). My 3% cost of living raise is eaten up by the increase in my only “perk”…health insurance. In a few months, my retirement contribution will rise to 9% that disappears from my paycheck before it’s written. I’m pretty sure if I make it to retirement; I might be working for free.
And yet I stay. Why? To make a difference in the lives of those who came before me. To offer an option for those tax dollars which pay my salary. To encourage a sense of community in a world spinning out of control. Do you know how my facility is viewed by those who use it? As a “home away from home. Where somebody cares.”
I may not be rich or (in)famous, but I am somebody. And there are more of us than your favorite polls describe. If I could offer advice to someone not interested in it, I’d tell you….
…suck it up, Buttercup. Life is hard. You won’t always win. My bank account may be skinny, but I have common sense, a working moral compass and a sense of humor. Honestly, I think I’m richer than you. And I know a lie when I hear one.
Just remember, you’re living in OUR house. And we expect our guests to show some class and respect while on the premises.