Typically my Sunday mornings are guarded moments of motherhood mixed with necessary bursts of house cleaning topped gently with the occasional extended cup of coffee. It is rare that I am exposed to television chatter on anything other than Mickey Mouse. Due to some wrinkle in time or remote control dysfunction, my Sunday morning was bombarded by political pontification. Instead of quickly fumbling for the mute or return to Mickey, I allowed political dispute into my otherwise guarded Sunday morning.
Knowing well that taking a stand on politics, religion or Clemson versus Carolina, is clearly ill advised in my current locale, I simply can't help myself. Possibly motherhood has lessened my already slim reserve in the tank of tactful speech or it could be a genuine concern for the future of my tiniest partner. Therefore with my motherhood badge of courage, I traipse tenderly towards the forbidden subject.
Confidently, I can say, few doubt my desire to support women in leadership roles. Perhaps, it is expected I would blindly follow high heels just to make a point. It could happen, just not today. Hillary Clinton represents a mixed bag of emotions to most strong, slightly stubborn individuals. Deep down in my female psyche, there is an ant sized cheerleader full of spirit, jumping for joy that a woman has so many powerful men in a tizzy. Unfortunately, that ant sized cheerleader is no match for the rest of my female psyche. Recent history proves, or to me at least, Hilary's strength has unusual timing and an all to often inconvenient lapse. And she rarely wears true high heels. Limited by community reaction and column size, I digress.
Exhausted with the status quo of election season, I wonder when/if anyone will do what is needed. Will someone raise their hand, say the unpopular, stand on the shaky ground and pull our once formidable country from political ruin? Are we destined to tolerate the endless 'common man' platform from those that are anything but common? Will our commercials be inundated with exaggerated accents on subjects of guns? Will political leaders continue to beg for our vote to keep them in political office while they try desperately to tell us they are not politicians? Will road trips and handshakes soften our frustration? Have we succumbed to indifference?
How I long for the unpopular, unedited and unapologetic leader. Have they disappeared along with the morality of our country? Has the voice of reason gone hoarse? Has social media suffocated social responsibility? Are we so desensitized to abhorrent behavior, that it's absence suggests weakness? The questions run rampant as I find myself sincerely concerned for the country I truly love.
Taking as much as my overactive brain can consume, I chose to revert to Mickey Mouse so that my Sunday morning was once again filled with possibility, laughter, hope and a world where problems are solved with friends under the leadership of a small man with huge ears. Hot Dog Hot Dog Hot Diggity Dog.