What to do, what to do

I don’t know.

Every bit of the current moral crisis comes down to individual responsibility.

We cannot legislate away guns, shootings, the NRA, a moment of silence. I did have a brief mental image of our legislators taking a knee.

I am too old to see the end of irresponsibility, selfishness,  or the sense of the greater good, social responsibility.

I was very young, holding my grandmother’s hand. Probably lifted up the steps of the trolley. We sat in the last row of seats. I heard my grandmother sharply say, “Mother, look to your child!” I don’t know what the child needed, but my grandmother refocused a parent’s attention.

Parent and child. The beginning. Personal responsibility. The middle. The social contract. The end.

Were we ever decent? I don’t know. A few ideological fellows founded a nation still out of control. Few voted. Many rebelled. Shay’s Rebellion of four thousand crushed, but the Constitutional Convention resulted.

The carnage we have experienced must end, or it will result in the confiscation of all guns, by the army of a dictator, to protect itself. That’s the next to the last worst scenario I can imagine. The number of endings I can put forth doesn’t matter.

Individual responsibility matters. It is the beginning. Parent, help your child. Neighbor, help your neighbor. Voter, exercise your right and responsibility. Legislators, open debate. America, figure this out.

I thought I would add my symbols of endurance, the lamb, the toad and piggy.

I certainly did not expect to find them crumbling, too, after the winter snow. Well, that's 29 years.

 Pictures when the flowers come up, and there will be nasturtiums for Pig.