We
were in bed, watching Letterman the other night, and chuckling. There
was a joke about scientists learning to turn off the brain -- suddenly a
TV clip of George W. Bush talking to reporters about technology,
stuttering, losing his train of thought -- ha-ha's -- reporters laughing
at poor George, in over his head.
I laughed. I still shudder when I think of GWB, thinking reflexively
why oh why did he get elected, and re-elected. Yes, I know how it happened. It isn't funny. To me it's scary and sad.
John
Cullum, my husband, who would rather be watching sports, lets me pick
what we watch before we turn out the light. In one flowing sentence he
said he didn't like George W. Bush, but the disrespect for GWB or for
any past presidents, bothered him -- "Em, it's wrong."
I
avoid politics when I'm writing a blog. But John made an important
point. I knew he was thinking of Obama -- finding it painful to see
Obama belittled, dismissed as a muddler, called weak, indecisive. John
and I have chatted about some of our friends who voted for Obama, who
nowadays complain about him, echoing the negative remarks they've heard
so often from the gang in Congress -- the guys who've committed
themselves to stopping anything that the President is determined to fix.
The gang is
disrespecting us,
the millions who elected Obama. Even so, because John respects many
friends and relatives who supported George Bush and voted against Obama,
my husband John -- the family man, John Cullum -- is saying quietly but
loud and clear. "Don't let your politics blind you to the fact that
politics is men and women working to accomplish things they think are
good for the family of man."
.... The Family of Man ... the words kept resonating. They comforted me.
After we turned off the TV, John and I held hands as we usually do, till one of us drifts off to sleep.
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