vitalwholeness

He, a known quantity, honored by his own, dares to take a run for office in these United States.

But he, as a shock to his own kind, says something moderate, unscripted, out of step with the party line, near the center where most true things ride atop the golden mean.

Therefore he, loyalty now in question, is vilified by his own, who ask if he can really be trusted after all.

And he, tossed in a deep pit with others like him, those who think thoughts that are not pasted on the wall of the far extreme, must be suspect.

He should know that moderation is a questionable attribute, just a short step from them.

He should know that balancing all the arguments, both pros and cons, is a sign of weakness.

He will beg for mercy, forgiveness, from those who will line his war chest, sing his praises to the masses. Go ahead, grovel. Take it back. He really didn’t think those original thoughts after all. Those words were impulsive, the fruit of poor judgment.

He and he and he surf the polarized madness that is our homeland, surf the big curl crashing on the  shore, as the real answers to the real questions sit quietly waiting to be noticed, waiting not for a he at all, but much more.