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...And Feathers Were Flying Everywhere!

Posted Sunday, June 24, 2012, at 8:08 PM

George Washington
In summertime, kids get bored and sometimes a little more carried away with activities that can have a catastrophic effect. I used to get a little more carried away more than most kids.

The five of us kids were having a pillow fight on the front lawn, one late afternoon in the summer. We had landed some pretty fierce blows on each other when Dad came out and quite firmly said that we needed to quit.

As soon as he went back into the house; I resumed my determination to get one last good swing of the feather pillow that I was using on an older sibling when the pillow burst into a huge cloud of feathers.

Five kids scattered before any of the feathers hit the ground. We all hid as we watched Dad come out with his belt. We knew what was coming next, but like any other kid; we wanted to put off the sting of punishment as long as possible.

Dad rarely spanked anyone, he didn't need to. Mostly it was his authority that would instill enough fear into us, that we would surrender and confess our sins as he lectured us. In fact, a majority of the time, he would give us another chance to change our ways.

Not today; we had made him even madder by not taking our punishment right then and there. My oldest brother Rick and I were the first to come out and take our licks. Consequently, we each got a swat each.

I don't remember which brother came out next, but I do know that by the time Bev and the last brother came out of hiding, Dad swatted them a little harder than he did Rick and I.

We had all participated in the pillow fight. I was the one who broke the pillow. I just had to have that last swing and look what happened. We all got punished.

I think that I was all of six or seven years old when this happened. My brothers were several years older and Bev one year younger.

To this day, I feel grieved at the times I look back and see where I would get too carried away with something. I had a tendency to blurt out unwelcome truths or keep on a subject that had passed its sell-by-date.

We had to pick up all of those feathers off of the lawn. It seemed to take forever!

Each Day we see more signs that our feather pillow is going to burst. There are only so many times that you can swing a pillow without the seams of wearing thin and breaking. The material that makes a feather pillow is thick and durable, but the seams that keep the pillow intact depend on the person who sewed the pillow shut in the first place.

If you have sloppy loose stitches, the seams will come open at the least provocation. A good seamstress knows that close even stitches keeps the material tight and durable even through the most difficult wear and tear.

We have as a country experienced more than our share of that wear and tear since 9/11. Not our first warning as Americans and not our last. But a warning nonetheless that got ALL of our attention.

Our forefathers created a Document that has withstood many pillow fights over the years. No one can say that times are different, because the nature of man has never changed only the methods of their dishonesty or avarice.

I will continue to say that they were divinely inspired to craft this document in the manner that they did.

We see every day where someone is "hiding" and not willing to take their punishment for their misdeeds. I could say that I was considerably younger than my older siblings and that they could have controlled my behavior, but that would not be responsible on my part. I fired the last shot after being warned like everyone else.

We have elected to blame everyone else for the feathers flying instead of picking them up off of the ground. Nothing gets done because of campaigns and elections.

The political process was not designed for careers, but the volunteering of citizens to represent their country for a short period of time and then go home to tend to their farms or businesses.

When you continue to feed a pig, they have a tendency to grow. And this one has grown so big, that we cannot move it past it's resting place. No one likes the smell of the pig pen, but they are reluctant to get dirty and see to the task of taking the pig to the sale.

We all want the savory pork chops; ham and bacon produced by the pig, but no one wants to move the pig on to the next step of butchering. And why should they? We haven't done anyone any favors by letting them continue to feed the pig or demand that they clean out manure so that everyone will have a clear perspective on how big the pig really is.

Regardless of political party or personal beliefs, the time has come to pick up the scattered feathers. We have to put them back into pillow.

It wasn't fair that all of us got punished for me breaking the pillow, but it happened that way. The main issue was that we all had to work together to pick up the feathers.

Sooner or later, the pig is going to die from being overfed. We have the option to get it to the next step before it dies in order to save the best parts of the pig for our continued use. If we don't; and the pig dies, everything will be wasted.

Cleaning a pig pen is not fun. No One wants to dive in wholeheartedly. But Do It We Must And Soon.

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Interesting blog, problem is, I don't see the bickering coming to an end long enough to get the job done.

-- Posted by royincaldwell on Sun, Jun 24, 2012, at 8:33 PM

Of course it wont. We have all seen the problems defined over and over again. The real solution is individual soul searching and voting with the intent of making our elected officials sit up and take notice.

They have avoided the prior warnings but there is still time to send our own message.

It has become more evident that no one is running the store, but they still feel entitled to stock their own shelves while others do without.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Sun, Jun 24, 2012, at 9:13 PM

You are so right. Writing this has been bouncing around in my mind for about a week now. Whether you get results or not, things have to be written for others to think about. What they choose to do with the information, comes under personal choice.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Sun, Jun 24, 2012, at 9:31 PM

I'm guessing that the improvement will depend on who gets fired and whether those that remain pay heed to the message.

-- Posted by wh67 on Sun, Jun 24, 2012, at 9:33 PM


And how many of us choose to do the right thing for the country's sake and not our own.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Sun, Jun 24, 2012, at 9:49 PM

Me too. He was good.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Mon, Jun 25, 2012, at 7:31 AM

Finally had a chance to read this blog. Very very good analogy. You're an inspiration!

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Mon, Jun 25, 2012, at 5:51 PM

Thank you. I think that God had something to do with the analogy. I just typed out the words.

-- Posted by KH Gal on Tue, Jun 26, 2012, at 10:12 PM

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