Like swallowing a gallon of lead paint …the danger, the weight of it all anchors one to a seat of familiarity, a comfortable chair that welcomes you to sit, but in a compromising position with a gag order in place.
My ears hurt; they beg to be plugged with anything to silence the noise of unrest. Ay, there’s the rub …unhealthy alternatives, satellite streaming to divert my attention away from my own reality and focus on the dysfunctional lives of those willing to be exploited for thirty pieces of silver. I’m not judging, just saying…
Ay, but no one’s holding a gun to your head, you say. True. I’m an American and I have rights. I’m free to choose a healthy behavior over a sick one. Ay, there’s the rub … In this world of chaos, how do I distinguish one from the other?
A politically correct society needs to keep an interpreter close at hand.
Valerie FrameWork 