My Hopes For A New Day/ After The Party Is Over
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- My Hopes For A New Day/ After The Party Is Over
- I Woke Up This Morning And Went Here/ Homeless In America
I think I will add things here as time goes on and ideas percolate to the surface. They won’t necessarily be my ideas. They could be yours if I understand and appreciate what you are saying. Or you could just add your idea in the comment section. I rarely understand anything that goes on there.
But then it’s fair play when you are an incoherent blogger at three in the morning.
Or anytime as I can be while wrestling with ADHD or RLS or GRLS(haha).
My notion is to envision here what things will be like once we all stop beating the dead horse of our so-called economy. We are all attached to Trigger and it’s a difficult time. Soon they will be bringing out the paddles and an old electric battery and i don’t even want to hear about that.
The first thing that comes to mind is that it would be really cool if we could limit the debt people incur in some way. And the second thing would be that a sense of community returns to our cities and towns.
All of the politicians need to go. And the new ones should have a clear understanding of the real needs of the citizens. Their terms should ALL be limited and they should have to sleep at the huge shelters that will be set up at least five days per week.
I can see people coming together in large numbers here in Richmond to share a meal every evening. And there will no longer be a great divide between city and suburb. The dinner hall will be right in the middle. The county line will run right underneath the large soup containers.
HHmmmm. Soup.
People will sit around in their rusty lawn chairs after dinner and talk with other diners who they would never have seen in the past. Why not? They don’t have jobs to go to. And the sleeping areas don’t open up until nine.
But don’t be depressed by the thought of a homeless shelter. They will be much nicer now that a much larger portion of the middle-class are enjoying their comforts. Endless rows of neat bedrolls with space in between for a small box with a flower vase on it. Plastic, of course, but still full of daisies picked that morning on the side of the road.
A small job for a smaller economy.
(to be continued)
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