As I look out on my backyard today I can't help pondering the majesty of God's creation and all the evidence that our creator not only knew what he was doing, but had a good laugh on life. Take the birds of the air and the act of flight that allows for the giant hawk to appear out of nowhere and maul the head off of the helpless squirrell. Or how about those neighbor cats bonking each other beneath my bedroom window last night with the romantic sounds of a criminal act of aggression or a savage dance of love that is better left to the imagination or animal control. I wonder how the tall pines sigh effortlessly while our nation is seized by the fascist forces of a colored president who only yesterday could have been picking up my things at the airport or asking me if I wanted my shoes shined for a gleaming dime. Time is both friend and foe in the backyard of our lives. One day we are young and full of hope and the next we are wrinkled and stepping on a present left by one of nature's naughty beasts. Only our country with all the possibilities it affords those who come from the right pedigree or breeding, can look out on all this and declare it, not only good, but bought lock, stock and barrel with good, old, fashioned know-how and a nodding wink to technology. Yes, how perfect this backyard is today, if only the black couple would take a hint from my burning effigee of the President and move out before the night whispers sweet nothings to a new dawn. Ponder that my brethren and sistren, and sleep per chance to wake in a cold sweat for all is but a thought, a vision, a ... jesus, what the h&*% are those two doing now, I mean there's kids in this house and they can see you through this telescope too. A pondering, a thought, a little something to chew on as you make your way through this gift we call today.
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