Choice and Consequences

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If you ask either of my children what my favorite saying is, they’ll be able to recite it in a heart beat. It’s that one familiar quote I’ve used on them a million and one times. It’s fitting for almost any occasion – bad grades, staying out past curfew, leaving food particles on dishes that I was assured had been scrubbed spotless.

I can remember the first time I heard it. It’s a simple statement but for me it was so profound it was as if the sky had opened and the hand of God had reached down and plucked me right between the eyes.

……You have control of your choices, not the consequences.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher exactly what this means – think long and hard before you do it. You are the most powerful when you’re in the act of doing. Once it’s done – good, bad, or otherwise….the ball is no longer in your court.

I wish people had really thought about that a couple of weeks ago when the most divisive and downright ugly presidential campaign we’ve seen in decades was coming to an end.

People were feeling all kinds of ways. You had those who were mad with the “establishment” (code for pissed that Obama had served two terms)…some that just couldn’t wrap their mind around Hillary being Commander-in-Chief, period. Maybe America isn’t ready for it’s first woman president…maybe people couldn’t stomach the idea of Bill being back in the Oval “smoking” all those expensive cigars. Maybe she just had too much baggage. I mean you can’t spend over three decades in politics and not have any.

Sorry. Not sorry. You can’t.

So, Americans made several choices. Over 40% of us stayed home. A large majority voted for Trump and even more voted for her. Well, that should be a done deal then, right?

Wrong. Our very antiquated electoral college kind of makes the popular vote…well…it’s pretty much as worthless as a degree from Trump University.

And as fate would have it, a narcissistic, misogynistic, egomaniacal, pussy grabbing, billionaire playboy was elected as the 45th president of these United States.

We all knew…and don’t lie like you didn’t. All of us know he has about as much business in the White House as Bozo, the clown. But hey…we’re all patriots. We all want to see this thing work. No matter our differences…we all love our country. Even if the president-elect does have a white nationalist as his chief adviser and an unrepentant bigot as Attorney General.

I mean…can’t we all just get along (insert blank stare, followed by side eye).

But folks it’s becoming increasingly clear. We have literally shit and stepped in it! One can only hope that things manage…(by some miraculous gift of the gods)…to work out. Let us send up incantations or unleash an aerosal fog of Indian House Blessings spray in hopes that he and his band of merry men will either get  gone or get it right…

After all, what we’re dealing with right now are those dastardly consequences I warned you about in the beginning….