Most who know me know that I have an opinion on just about everything.
And that in the right place, at the right time, there’s little I love more than a good reasoned argument with others who don’t see things as I see them.
Though this isn’t the right place, or the right time, I will admit that I’m more than a little tired of the incessant protests over the past few weeks.
There are plenty of things I suppose I could protest if I weren’t too busy working, contributing, and being a husband/dad/grandpa.
After all, the folding bills I use aren’t marked with braille.
I can’t jump in my car on a cold winter morning and drive to work.
The cans in my refrigerator aren’t marked so I know a Pepsi from a Budweiser.
The food snack bags I buy seem to have as much air as product in them.
The list could go on and on, I suppose.
But what’s the point?
All of us have things about our lives we may wish would change or would be different.
But compared to the rest of the people in most of the rest of the world, we all have it pretty good.
If that weren’t the case, there’d be no clamor from folks abroad to be able to join us in the U.S.A.
Maybe the best outcome of the most recent Presidential election may be that people may exchange protest time for time voting during the next Presidential election.
That’s the way I see it.