How inconsiderate of me to think a writing group would have even the feintest interest in discussing what is probably the single most written about event in the history of the United States of America.

We are rapidly closing in on a sixteen-trillion dollar national debt which the next two or three generations of Americans will inherit. That’s our children, our childrens’ children, and, very likely, their children as well, will need to pay off, without incurring additional debt, simply to return to a situation where they can begin to catch up to nations like China, Russia, India, and a consortium of Middle Eastern countries who have no interest, none whatsoever, of giving us the help we have so generously given any country who asked for our help.

We have become a nation of people who evidently believe that all one needs to succeed in this world is a plastic card that allows you to have anything you want delivered to your door step. And then when we find we can no longer do that, without certain consequences, we simply turn to someone or something else to give us back our ability to have even more of what we are sure we need.

What is worse, we have allowed the people who run our government for us to operate in the same manner because they complain that they're giving us everything we have said we want. And the wheel goes round and round... And the wheel goes round and round...

And now a writing club, that must believe it would be politically incorrect to challenge such thinking, sits around telling each other how our poems are so touching and sensitive that we ‘simply don’t have the necessity to involve ourselves in such a boring undertaking. After all, what in the world concerns us about such a drab uncolorful project. Our artistic brains were not created to deal with such, absolutely boring reporting. The collapse of a system of government, one that has, in the past represented freedom, tsh, tsh, what a shame.

For more than two years now, I have been attempting to ignite a kindling of interest to begin such a discussion in AuthorsDen writers and readers. I certainly fooled myself didn’t I? I mistakenly believed that my family’s future and yours as well, held some importance to this group. How vain of me. Who am I to think I have the intelligence to bring up such things to such a sophisticated group as this? Writers evidently, in your collective opinion, have no business in meddling in the People’s (collective)— as in government— thinking. I, mistakenly thought that sounded alot like Marxism, how ignorant of me.

Perhaps we have come much farther than I thought and that issue has already been settled and put to bed. There must be no value in the individual right of a nation of Free people to actually discuss what we have done and are continuing to do to ourselves.

At seventy-six-years of age I just don’t get it. I’m too old, obviously, to understand what’s best for me and my family. Other, more cool, much more modern thinkers have already made those necessary decisions for one so unqualified as myself. My God, how could someone like me possibly unerstand how cool it is to live in a country where all those mundane ideas such as freedom and man’s obligation to God, family, and country, are no longer of any concern to me. There sure was a separation of church and state, but there never was one of God and Man, was there?

Sorry I have disturbed your tightly woven world of ‘it’s not important until the sky actually falls.’

This essay is dedicated to someone I consider as a friend, Georg Mateos. Though Georg, is or was, a liberal. He was a gentleman and an excellent debater. I don't know if Georg is still alive since he has not written on his website here on AuthorsDen for a very long time. I know, however, Georg would agree with me that on an issue as important as the one we now face as a country, not discussing it would be as close to criminal as can be.

I'm sorry Georg, there seems not to be a single writer in this URL wo will put themselves out on this subject. You would be sadly disappointed my friend. I can only take a deep breath and pray that there will be some discussion in other places where real writers have the balls to speak up, for or against political ideas. where America is still America.

D. Kenneth Ross