I’m “back in the saddle, again, back where a friend is a friend” grabbing these lead lyrics from that old Roy Rogers tune from my childhood.
It’s been a strange and reflective absence – but I talked myself into the joy I’ve felt in slapping together and providing readers with a viewpoint they either think is quackery or good common sense.
I put the pen and paper away after I posted my take on Ferguson MO.
Maybe I didn’t bother to write since then, because nothing is new.
Some might ask, “Well what about Ebola?”
Same old Ferguson story. Mr Duncan, who died after finally being admitted to the Texas hospital he’d already been to but was turned away from, some of us believe, because he had no insurance that would pay for his stay.
Not that he had acquired any when he was finally admitted, but by that time there was too much focus on the outbreak of the disease than to justify letting him walk away.
“Hands Up Don’t Shoot” but White America shot Duncan anyway. His hands were up and he was at the mercy of those sworn to protect and serve – the doctors at the Texas hospital.
But, Shirlee, you’re as unreasonable as ever. What a stretch of the imagination.
Okay, I’ll leave Duncan, Ebola and Ferguson alone, because I know the next question I’m gonna get is how does this position of mine have anything to do with parenting or children.
Darn. Now to answer, I have to go back to Duncan, Ebola and America.
Parents, I believe, are responsible for providing their children reliable information on what is happening around them.
How long has Ebola been raging in Africa? Now that it has come to America, what to tell the children?
Maybe history classes in school already taught our kids about smallpox and our Native Americans. Maybe the kids have been provided information on African Americans and the Syphilis Experiments.
Okay, that’s enough for the start of hopping back in the saddle. I’ll hear from some readers who will say “Welcome back” while others will send another kind of message and simply unsubscribe to the blog.
“back where a friend is a friend.” Hm, I’m not to sure I have any of them left. With or without,
I’m here and riding the range with my shotgun at my side.