I don’t know about you, but I am sick and tired of log-ins, password, and various and sundry protection devices. I haven’t blogged for several days because every time I go in to write, I have to re-do my password. Every time! It took me nearly ten minutes to sign in today.
Happier times, they are comin’ fer to stay, on that great great come-and-get-it. Won’t it be fun when worry is done and time is hay. I don’t know. Maybe it will. But as much as I love Finian’s Rainbow–and I do–I don’t have a lot of patience with the rhetoric of the play. We’re poor, so someone ought to heal us and make us wealthy. See how little I have: I am happy in a community with good friends, live good lives and attend church, yet I cannot be happy. I need money, more money, and I want everybody to have money with me.
No place is found for the possibility of getting more education; training for a better job; sacrificial living. No, just give me more. This seems to be at the heart of Obamacare–change the whole county to bring me up to everyone else’s level. Then glory times are coming for to stay on that great great come and get it day, as the lyric says.
I agree with the concept of giving to those who need it. I certainly do. But the whole fallacy of socialism, and communism, is that work and talent are irrelevant for our lives. People should be given what they want. No. People should be helped in times of emergency. But happiness can’t be found by taking what is not ours, living on money that we haven’t earned.
Jesu bless us.