Why It's Raining in My Heart

I am a middle aged man who has a disability. As I write I am watching the cash fed politicians of our age working to eliminate social services for people with disabilities and the poor. There is no debate about what I have just written. The Ryan Plan is heartless, gutless, and vicious. Meanwhile democratic insiders suggest that the Obama administration may be willing to give some “entitlements” away after the November election. It’s raining in my heart. We haven’t explored cutting the bloated war machine; haven’t adjusted our tax system to assure that the wealthiest in this nation pay their fair share. We are going after the weakest segments of our population without regard for better alternatives. It’s raining inside where the meanings are.

Enough. Enough. My nation is a ghost, walking in rain. At least I know why I’m sad. I don’t need politicians’ help to experience authentic tears.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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