It's About Sweet Misery and Spilled Milk for Everyone Thing

Dear America,

did you know chocolate chip cookies were a mistake?

total goof.

the intention and assuming purpose of throwing the chocolate chips into the batter was to essentially blend into the whole -- making chocolate flavored cookies.

oops.

who would have ever imagined that the chocolate chip cookie, imperfections and all, would become the quintessential American made treat?

Let's pour an icy tall glass of milk and sit with this for a moment; for the symbolism is truly scrumptious.

The chocolate chip cookie -- unpretentious and adored by all -- serves as a fine example of confectionery splendor of who we are.

Alone, each of the ingredients lack something; but together, they combine to create pure decadence of assimilation.   Over generations, its flaws have either been totally forgotten or have become something we never ever knew.  Total acceptance for what it is on its own merit is enough...plenty, actually.

It all comes down to bringing together the finest ingredients, the very best quality, the most highest standards, allowing the integrity of each chip to hold tight to its unique character.  Together, combined, blended, and baked to perfection, we create sweet victory in every way.

Of course, within this theory of operating and baking, we have to remain loyal to the emphasis on quality -- if we begin to fudge a little here or there, try a few shortcuts to save time or money, we lose something.  It's something that is virtually intangible at first, but over time, it becomes noticeable, as the growing distortions from the original become downright unpalatable.  The once elevated cookie crumbles right before our eyes.

And it's not like you can just turn around and blame it on the imitation chocolate chips, or the nuts, or the extra dollop of butter.  No.  It's the whole damn cookie that goes down.  boom.  and not in a good way.

SO, the thing is, something is getting lost in the assimilation these days -- for the pounding mantra of class warfare, the divisiveness splintering Americans into politics-by-demographics, the liberal elite controlling the mainstream media, the overall lack of cohesiveness and unification, the explicit destruction of civility, the rolling over of faith and family, all begin to weigh too heavy upon us.

The solidifying tenets of our exceptional-ism are expressly used against us, as a whole, eventually becoming something so profound, it becomes essentially insurmountable, recognizing (only in hindsight) that most of the destruction is happening from the inside out.

So here's a poem for you.  originally printed in The Daily News, Friday, November 4, 1949.   The article heading was simply called, Ode to the Welfare State.  The poem, inserted into the Congressional Record by Clarence J. Brown (R-Ohio), is claimed to have been written by "a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia."  And it goes like this:

DEMOCRATIC DIALOG

Father, must I go to work?

No, my lucky son.

We're living on Easy Street

On dough from Washington.

We've left it up to Uncle Sam,

So don't get exercised.

Nobody has to give a damn --

We've all been subsidized.

But if Sam treats us all so well

And feeds us milk and honey,

Please, daddy, tell me what the hell

He's going to use for money.

Don't worry, hub, there's not a hitch

In this here noble plan --

He simply soaks the filthy rich

And helps the common man.

But, father, won't there come a time

When they run out of cash

And we have left them not a dime

When things will go to smash?

My faith in you is shrinking, son,

You nosy little brat:

You do too damn much thinking, son,

to be a Democrat.

The essential ingredient missing these days is that which we cannot see.

The allegiance to turning out a product year after year echoing the same qualities and values and principles becomes an enigma, corrupted by poseurs, flakes, imitation, and frauds; while only a return to excellence, along with years ahead of blood, sweat and tears, can resurrect the brand.  There are no shortcuts.

Yahoo! news was beating the kitchen-aid of class warfare into the granite countertop this morning, chiding the CEO into submission.  Their point:  The CEO simply makes too much money, averaging about 9.6 million/year (of course, if you are really good at CEO'ing than you take a salary of $1.00/year and take stock options -- pending, naturally, the success of said company, pending performance!, but who's counting while I quickly spiral into digression)

Let's review some star players in the world of simply entertainment:  

In sports, baseball offers up an average salary of about 3 million, basketball nearly 6 million --- just to play a game!   Only somebody like Jack Nicholson can afford to go to every game...oh the irony....

In Hollywood, "the star" gets about 20 million a pop!  While Oprah -- gets billions!

And yet, in this "free market" environment -- primarily occupied out of the oven and into the frying pan -- it's the CEO chip (or the private equity firm who saves or recreates businesses all the livelong day)  who gets demonized and ultimately crystallized -- scorched more like it -- to the bottom of the pan.

Burned sugar.  It's the worst.

Gone is the sweetness and charity for all to share gladly, out of the goodness of their heart.  Gone is the motivation to show up giving it your very best.  Gone is the selfless nature emphasizing assimilation into the whole with integrity, honor, principles, honesty, courage, and a whole lot of love.

We seem to be "evolving" ever so slowly these days, tweaking with the recipe; at this rate, we are pretty much guaranteed to become all about the equal sharing of sweet misery and spilled milk for everyone.

Make it a Good Day, G

Ask not what you can take for yourself, 

but what you can make or bake for the country.