We've Worn Out that Song We Used to Sing

I'm not doing political agit-prop (at least not today). Looking at my country right now, and the shape it's in,  I don't care which party is to bless, or who is to blame. A pox on both their houses (of Representatives and the Senate) if that helps move us forward, and to hell with all of them if it doesn't. I'm starting to wonder as we near the 4th of July if one revolution really was enough.

Remember how our folks told us 'to get a good job, get a good education,' so we did. And that's what we told our kids and watched as they borrowed boxcars of money for college degrees that have qualified them to do what, exactly? 

Fill out crossword puzzles in Esperanto while waiting for a callback on that dental technician job that 145 other folks applied for, or be a gig worker for Uber? Time to downsize those big dreams, sweet-cheeks. Money doesn't talk; it swears, and empty pockets say nothing.

In the last two weeks, our newspapers were saturated with photos of young people just starting out, leaving high schools and colleges to take on the big, bad world. It's a little slow right now; we're telling one another, what with summer and all, things will pick up by the fall. 

Unless they don't, and then what? Don't even start on the why, because all that will do is make you sad and your children mad. Maybe it's always been this way, or maybe I just never noticed how much closer to hopeless we've been sailing for well over a  decade now. 

We're going faster and getting nowhere-burning through our lives and resources so quickly the debt each of us owes is crushing us before we were even born. And still, we get up and go running up the mountain to see what we can see and stay plugged into a game that's long since played out.
-bill kenny