Maybe I will try this whole writing thing again.

I miss writing. It’s always been something I’ve loved to do, yet I seldom make the effort. Which is a shame really, writing is in some ways a perishable skill; as you neglect writing your grammar fades, spelling becomes…problematic, and your vocabulary shrinks, words that leapt to the forefront appearing sparsely, if at all. So, time to begin again, even if I have lost most of my former skill (if at any time I had some to speak of).

Writing is not the only once and future past time resurrected, for some reason my political bone has been itching of late. A contrast though, where writing makes me feel, content, the more I follow the world’s today, the more I worry. Today I read an article describing the difficulty funding the First Lady’s pet project “Lets Move”. Democrats were bemoaning the fact that money would have to be taken from the food stamp program; funding was originally provided under the stimulus bill, that is due to expire. How far have we come from the the principles that guided our nations founders. One of the few justifiable social welfare programs, designed to provide those in need with sustenance,  cut to provide for a pet project reducing childhood obesity. Not that I will deny childhood obesity a seat in the pantheon of worrying symptoms, but why the hell is the government attempting to legislate it out of existence? Should we expect to hear of the “War on Fat”? How long till the appointment of the Obesity Czar, tasked with forcing a nation of laggards onto the tread mill? I’m no libertarian, but why do we tolerate such an expansive body of public service? The socialist ratchet spins at a frantic pace and we do nothing. We live a tyranny of the minority, a Government involved in the minutiae of it’s citizens lives, pushed hither and yon by special interest groups with the power to purchase lobbyists, the power to purchase the ear of  a Senator or Congressman. We look down upon nations that have come before us, turning up our noses at their internecine conflict, proclaiming our democracy just and impartial, yet we are no better than they. At least the ancient houses fought over power, real power, to make a nation or destroy it; here we fight bitter battles over fat kids.  When Alexander VI looked at his life, sordid and evil as it was,  he could take satisfaction in knowing that his greatest accomplishment was not helping little Johnny drop twenty pounds.

I don’t even know where this is headed anymore, it’s nice to write again though, even if the end result is a confusing, rambling rant.

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