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ROUNDING THIRD: A state of confusion

John David Fay
Sentinel columnist
Posted 8/14/22

So, I finished playing golf the other day and the four of us were sitting around having a little cool drink. It was almost 90 that day ...

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ROUNDING THIRD: A state of confusion


So, I finished playing golf the other day and the four of us were sitting around having a little cool drink.

It was almost 90 that day. Some topics of a political nature arose, and I just mentioned that I generally avoid politics because it’s a no-win situation today. I’ve told my kids if you ever get lost in the woods just start talking politics and somebody will show up to argue with you. I have never aspired to be a politician, have no particular love or sympathy for most of them, and really don’t understand what they’re doing most of the time.

I do study history, though, and know that the federal government, in this day and age, doesn’t remotely resemble what the founding fathers had in mind. The Constitution is just something that gets lowered into a sturdy vault each evening to them.

Back when people like Davy Crockett went to Washington, they generally just served their two years and went back home to a real job. That’s what Davy did. He had done his part. Now you have people who spend 50 or more years there “in service.” To whom?

It has been often said that if Congress had the same medical plans and service that we get, there’d have been changes long ago. And that goes for many of our services. They get Carte Blanche, and we get … well … what we get.

The poem this week bears no political affiliation or cites neither party, Democan or Republicrat (yes, I wrote it that way) for individual condemnation. It is a bipartisan critique because I am totally in — name of the poem here – Confusion.


Often as I wander in this world so full of doubt,

I ask myself this question: what’s it all about?

How can I have lived this long and still be in the rain?

I feel like I’m the Scarecrow who doesn’t have a brain.

They taught me values years ago, and now they’re valued not,

Maybe I have lived too long and now I’ve gone to rot.

All the morals of my youth have now been swept away.

I never would have guessed that I would live to see this day.

I’ve tried to figure out the truth from what is on TV,

But there are many versions of the truth for me to see.

When I was just a little lad my future looked so bright,

But the older that I’ve gotten, the less I know what’s right.

Common sense is something that has always seemed so clear,

But sense is not so common in this land that we hold dear.

I wonder do Americans still share our common dreams,

Or have we strained the “melting pot” with far too many themes?

I know my years are counting down, but I’d still like to know,

Is there a common ground for us; a place we still can grow?

Or are we destined to be riven for all time to be,

And find we’re living in two lands that never can agree?

I pray we’ll find a common ground and thus avoid those fates,

And once again become a land of true United States.

- JDF 8/22

Joke: The census taker showed up at the door and asked the tired-looking woman of the house some questions. She dutifully answered them. He asked, “How many children do you have? She said they had four, so he asked their names. She replied, “Eenie, Meeney, Miney and George.” The census taker was surprised and asked why the fourth one was named George. As she closed the door she said, “Because we didn’t want any Moe!”

Historical tidbits:

• In the 17th century (1653), the natives of NY City felt threatened by Oliver Cromwell and the local Native Americans. So, they built a huge wall a half mile across Manhattan Island for protection. Later on, the wall fell within the parameters of the greatest financial district in the world — Wall Street.

• Have you ever wondered how the Supreme Court attained such power? It wasn’t there when the Constitution was adopted in 1788. For 13 years it conducted business in a small, borrowed room in the back of an abandoned building. Then John Marshall became Chief Justice. During his 34 years in office, he used every legal strategy he could find to strengthen the court’s power. It became an equal third part of government with the president and Congress. So, when did it become so politicized? Ask those DC politicians, because again — I don’t know!

Favorite one-liners:

• This used to be the land of opportunity. Now, it’s the land of entitlements.

• If we’re just going to give away the farm, why should the hens lay eggs or the horse pull the plow?

• You should avoid passing along inaccuracies. That’s what we have politicians for.

• Don’t pretend to be what you don’t intend to be. Okay, enough about politicians.

See ya next week. JDF


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