The democrats, upon failure to deliver on promises made to be broken anyway, morphed into the Party Of Pity (POP).
They wallow as they mock those who dared to try a new way – one different enough to be called progressive – one that shakes the status quo, loosening past ideals that no longer work, making way for a more workable approach – shaking to the core those seeking to give to a nation in return for their freedom your right to pity them, can’t stop crying over the loss.
What do we have without pity? We offer you our tears.
Will tears pave roads and build bridges and make peace? Will blame for your failure to work harder, with greater ingenuity, integrity and efficiency toward a better life build your future?
Tears are meant for cleansing souls, to clear the way for a cleaner, crisper, more concise view, not as negotiating tools. What is the world going to do with your tears?
Tears destroy neighborhoods by weakening the will – when you cry too long.
“Lick your wounds too long and you make them worse” ~ Lesson from a dog.
You can’t learn from a dog, from another species? Maybe that’s your problem right there. You limit your possibilities by limiting your view, thus constricting your knowledge. You’re above the dog? Well, maybe that’s your problem right there. You think you’re so superior that you shouldn’t have to do the work required to succeed? Let somebody else do it as you wallow in your self-pity and drown in your own tears?
You’re flooding the Goddamn place.
You hide and cry and let the opportunists slide right in to where you used to be and take your pride? Since when do tears, when publicly displayed as negotiating tools, tell a story about triumph? Since when do tears tell a story about anything except giving in and giving up?
Your will belongs to you. You allow others to steal it, then cry in front of the world for somebody to retrieve what you gave away. How about you set the example for you – with every little detail of your existence – design it, control it, be it.
Show yourself who’s boss of you. If you want a partner, you’d better have something other than tears and blame for a condition you allowed to flourish to bring to the negotiating table.
FIND YOUR SOUL. CLEANSE YOUR SOUL. START BUILDING A BETTER YOU.
Maybe then the world can recognize you as something other than a flood drowning itself.
WORD WARRIOR DAVIES-TIGHT™ 