Mid-Afternoon Muse:
Some men and women take care of each other and the kids. That includes relatives and near neighbors, workmates and playmates, whenever they possibly can. They muddle through it all together, somehow. I have always believed in this basic idea. For me, it is modesty in a world filled with hyperbolic megalomaniacs. Certain kinds of creative crazy are good --even vital – to be welcomed, in fact. But mandated insanity is quite different.
We can only practically tend to so many matters of human scale. Our shoulders aren’t big enough to push the sun up every morning, or shove it down at night. I think I must have enough Irish in me to have learned and absorbed, at an early age, the definition and spirit of exactly what constitutes Malarkey. Discarding trashy ideas was built-in to the day. Sufficient unto the day … Setting boundaries was as routine as disposing of peelings in the pig trough. Dovie Blanche Percy didn’t particularly care if all the other kids slept in and screwed around and lied to their parents. Her granddaughter would pitch in with all the chores she was tall enough to muster --and sing while she did it. You didn’t get to play basketball with the apple basket hoop hanging in the barn, until you memorized your Scripture verse and picked apples.
The Role Model In Chief, on the other hand, suffers from Telescopic Philanthropic Disorder. Luring us to attempt the impossible, he causes us to miss the realizable. Time after time. It’s evil and it’s a pattern. Pushback against that brand of Malarkey is called for, every single day, in each of our little corners of this earth.
https://dailycaller.com/2023/02/26/opinion-biden-tries-to-save-the-world-while-america-is-gripped-by-crises-james-pinkerton/