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Today I have two words. Each one individually could fit our category, but together, they become a negative fiasco. So the P word—or words, in this case:
Political Pundit
I hope you can see my point.
Politics, as a whole, rather than being a launching pad for the discovery of truth, has become a rocket jettisoned into the landscape of reasonability.
And a pundit is someone who already has decided, and makes the circumstances fit the philosophy, and the questions conform to stump answers.
Let me further unpeel the onion of nonsense by stating that a conservative approach to life is incapable of providing all the answers.
Likewise, as we take off the rose-colored glasses, let us admit that being liberal doesn’t always honor the kind of hindsight essential to balancing power.
So since both suffer from inadequacy, a little humility might be in order with the body politic—and certainly, the absence of anyone who becomes a champion for one thinking.
Alas, we don’t do it that way. Instead, once we decide on our political position, we become pundits of the party line. This has degraded our national dialogue down to hurling grenades of insults.
We are crazed.
Until we stop accepting politics and funding pundits, we will be a nation under the control of whoever can fund the most outlandish plans and suit up the prettiest announcers.
Political pundits: two words that need to be removed from our lingo.
We don’t need politics.
Just get the facts and make decisions based upon our Constitution and the convictions of our national soul.
We don’t need pundits.
Because once we discover what direction we’re going—whether conservative or liberal—what we are looking to achieve is unity, not dissent.
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Sit Down Comedy … July 3rd, 2020
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Waking up from my nap and sitting on the edge of my bed, I was listening to the muffled booming of the television trying to wiggle its way through my closed door.
After a few moments, I discerned that it was some sort of talk show, since there were two people conversing, and each one spoke too long for it to be a scripted program.
Trying to make out words.
It was a man and a woman speaking. Finally, after a few seconds of listening to the man, I made out what I assumed were three words: “admire a con.”
I winced but then snickered, realizing that this speaker had a bit of a Georgia drawl, and what he was trying to pronounce was “American.”
Almost immediately, the other person, the female, took up the cause and what I thought I heard her say was “a miracle can.”
Evaluating her accent—I guessed Bostonian—I once again had to chuckle, because this was her rendition of “American” also.
“Admire a Con” and “A Miracle Can.”
Remaining perched on the bed, I got to thinkin’.
As we round the corner to another day of Independence, we certainly, in candor, have to admit that our nation is often guilty of admiring a con.
Yes, we live in an environment where “Breaking Bad” is a good thing, where denying the truth is political magic, and refusing to take the blame for anything is deemed clever.
Those in power pretend they are surprised that the populous begins to turn on one another and cheat, lie, and attack. Then pundits comically insist they are trying to reveal both sides of the question.
So in this quagmire—where we “admire a con”—we find ourselves giving out, giving in and finally giving up.
We produce the best we can, only to be told there’s another way to do it which is not quite so expensive or meticulous. Therefore, we’re asked to give in to the common con, and after a while, because are hearts are hungry for some validity, we find ourselves giving up.
I don’t want to live in “Admire a Con,” even though the accent may be warm and fuzzy.
But on the other hand, “A Miracle Can” breathes potential.
As long as we don’t sit around and wait for God, gods and goddesses to perform their magic, miracles can be achieved through our efforts and glorified through celebration.
I could live in “A Miracle Can,” where I’m asked to bring my faith.
For you see, it’s too bad that faith has been associated with religion.
Faith is actually just an enduring belief—an insisting notion—a treasured principle.
So I could muster faith.
And then, with the rest of my brothers and sisters, we could all have a “come to Jesus” moment.
Not a revival, but rather, a renewal. A believing in one another.
Not a church service, but an inspiration to serve.
And once I brought my faith—that enduring belief—and had my “come to Jesus moment,” when time was still available for solutions—then I think I would actually be prepared to want to make things whole.
As long as things are broken, I can bitch.
If I contend that the world is hopeless, I can whimper and play victim.
But if I want to make things whole, I can get together with others, who bring their wit, will and willingness to join in.
I’m tired of living in “Admire a Con,” listening to mumblings through the door.
I need more than the promise of “A Miracle Can.”
Instead, I long to march together with newfound friends, as we bring our faith, have a “come to Jesus” moment and really, really want to make things whole.
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