I read a thread titled the “Gift of the Magi to the Elite” or something to that effect, and wanted to respond directly to it but am unable due to
a 404 error, so this gets it’s own thread.
In that OP, it was claimed that the ills all common citizenry face today are due to the Government and a handful of elite. It wonders about the roots
of problems we face today; where they might come from. Well, I would like to share my take on what the problem is with writing a story.
On a freezing winter evening, a family gathers together for a New Years get together. Cousins in the living room pouring over photograph albums.
Aunts and Grandma’s busy running into each other in the kitchen. Uncles and Grandpa’s smoking cigars and sharing nips of whiskey out in the
garage discussing how horrible the economy is. Brothers and sisters playing card games in the bedrooms with the littler ones skidding down the
hallways in their socks. There is laughter dotted with playful screams of joy. The house is toasty and smells of delicious pies and roast fill the
Ah, a family of love. Oh yes, to be thankful for a wonderful family and friends. Just blessed beyond all expectations. What a tremendous amount of
love, caring and sharing this particular group of people hold for one another on this particular evening.
Ding, ding, ding! Oh my, the dinner bell has rung! It’s time to eat!
As this group of family and friends crowd in together they discuss how terrible the world is. How the rule of the jungle prevails, how the strong
dominate the weak, and about how conflict and rule by thugs is the order of the day. They proclaim that their situation is so bad, they see no hope
for humanity. Grumbling on about how extinction of the human race is the inevitable outcome and that they are no longer the only person who thinks
so. They blame it on the psychopaths ruling humanity.
Meanwhile, a mother and father, pushing ahead of them two middle school aged children along a cold and windy sidewalk, walk past their house. As they
go by they can see the people inside the large house gathered together around the table eating.
The father, looking surprised, says to the mother, “Well, well, well! If I’m not mistaken, this is the house of the owner of the hardware store
chain. The store that laid me off last month!”
“Oh my!” sighs the mother.
The father and mother grasp hands and pull their children close. Thankful to have a wonderful family, such as their own, to have each other. Just
blessed beyond all expectations. What a tremendous amount of love, caring and sharing this particular group of people hold for one another on this
As this small family hurries past the house, they discuss how terrible the world is. How the rule of the jungle prevails, how the strong dominate the
weak, and how the conflict and rule by thugs is the order of the day. They proclaim that their situation is so bad, they see no hope for humanity.
Grumbling on about how extinction of the human race is the inevitable outcome and that they are no longer the only person who thinks so. They blame
it on the psychopaths ruling humanity.
Now just across the street in a neat and tidy park, two middle aged men sitting at a bench watch the small family hurry along the sidewalk. Both have
their faces buried in their heavy coats with just their eyes peering out over their collars. One wears a smart looking grey coat and the other a
handsome black. They hunker down further in their warm coats as a cold gust of wind crashes over them. The man in the black coat passes the other
man a tall drink wrapped in a brown crinkled bag. The scent of cinnamon and alcohol gently fill the air, but only for a moment, as another gust of
wind angrily shakes a mighty fist at them.
Through the howling wind the man in the grey coat says to the other, “you see that fine looking woman over there and the taller child?”
“I see them’ clearly from here,” says the man in the black coat.
The man in the gray coat continues on somberly, “Well, that there is my ex-wife and our child. Should be about 13 now. When my wife worked at the
hardware store years ago, she fell in love with her manager. She then straight up left me, took full custody of our kid, and I never saw them again
until today. Damn that woman ruined my life. Quite surprised to see them now actually. Don’t know who the other guy is, or the other kid is for
that matter. Strange isn’t it?” He then looks at his friend earnestly.
The man in the black coat, squinting his eyes against the wind, and what seemed after much thought, finally says, “I reckon so. Strange indeed.“
He then sighs and draws a deck of playing cards out of his pocket and pulls out the third card from the bottom. He turns it over and a joker grins
back at him. He flips it around and around with his fingers, making it dance. All of a sudden, another strong gust of wind comes along and takes up
the card, carrying it off down the street.
Before he has time to go after it, the two friends see two men passing by in the park. Realizing it’s their friends from the coffee shop down the
street, they holler out to them to stop by. The four friends circle around each other, embracing each other in manly bear hugs. Oh they are so
thankful to have wonderful friends, to have each other. Just blessed beyond all expectations. What a tremendous amount of love, caring and sharing
this particular group of people hold for one another on this particular evening.
And then, in the same order as the previous groups they discuss how terrible the world is. How the rule of the jungle prevails, how the strong
dominate the weak, and how the conflict and rule by thugs is the order of the day. They proclaim that their situation is so bad, they see no hope for
humanity. Grumbling on about how extinction of the human race is the inevitable outcome and that they are no longer the only person who thinks so.
And they to blame it on the psychopaths ruling humanity.
Down the street, in the nice big house with the family and friends eating together inside, a little sister, and cousin to some, holds a joker card in
her hands, flipping it around and around in her right hand while nibbling a roll with her left. She thinks about the card game they were playing in
the bedroom and tries to plan a way to reveal to the others that her brother is cheating. She then walks over to the big bay window, with the joker
card clutched tightly in her hand, and presses her little nose against the cold glass. Her attention is soon drawn to the four men across the street,
quite a distance away, engaged in hugging and shaking each others hands. Just then, her father quietly walks up and puts his arm around her.
“What do you see out there honey?” says the father.
“Oh, I just see some people out there,” says the daughter.
She puts a hand to her mouth and coughs gently.
“Come away from the window now then, before you catch a cold in the draft” the father says sternly. “Looks like just a bunch of thugs.”
As the daughter walks away from the window and her mind now somewhere else, she forgets she’s holding the playing card and the joker flutters slowly
to the floor.
Next thing you know, the little brown family dog comes by, wagging his furry nub of a tail. He sniffs at the card lying on the ground, then carefully
picks it up with his mouth and runs out through the doggy door in the kitchen taking the joker card with him.
Now just outside the window, down the street, right as the family of four is getting ready to board the bus, the father notices something whitish
being carried by the wind down the sidewalk. So he takes a few steps back, reaches his foot out and steps on what appears to be a playing card. He
bends down to pick it up and turning it over, he sees that it’s a joker card. He stuffs it in his coat pocket, hurrying his wife and kids on the
bus, and doesn’t give it another thought, and goes back to thinking about his own family and their survival.
So there’s the story…
The point of my story is that it’s we, we the people, invade each other, invade each other’s families, jobs and communities. We take each
other’s diamonds and precious resources so to speak. We are the problem. We just need to look right in our own communities and in the mirror.
Neighbor can’t get along with neighbor, families breaking up, divorce, fighting over child custody, bosses can’ keep their employees happy and
employees jealous of their bosses. Rage on the road. Pushing and shoving at the malls for merchandise. Irritation in the line because the grocery
clerk is taking too long. Grocery clerk coming home and thinking the customers were rude. One thinking one person is rude and that labeled rude
person thinking the other person was the one being rude. Nothing is ever good enough for anyone. In most cases common citizenry fighting amongst
each other is not even about religion or the color of a person’s skin, it’s either about the money and/or just plain old mean spiritedness and/or
selfishness. Everyone points fingers at someone else, conspiring against one another in order to have the upper hand, for the best jobs, best houses,
best cars, best schools and best clothes. They say, my kids, my house, my car. Mine, mine, mine. From the big players to the little players, the
selfishness is there. Some have more and some have less but the selfishness is still the same. It would come to be no surprise that those so called
handful of elite, have a protected bubble around them and that they are looked upon with suspicion; with jealousy. I wish I was them, but I am not!
Woe is me then! And you! If not woe to you, then zip it and TRY to be happy with what you have! It’s easy to blame them for the cause of all the
Before we start in on the tyranny of our government and the so called shadowy elite, lets take a look at our own school yards our children play in, or
better yet, the school boards. Who are the tyrants in your neighborhood, complaining that such and such house is an eye sore? Oh my, look at that
color! Purple, on a house? Or the music is too loud, or the damn neighbor’s dog won’t shut up. Or you can’t stand the sight of a bum on the
street and he must go some where else, because oh your poor, poor eyes and so not in your neighborhood. Are you following me?
Until you all can hold hands and sing “come by ya” with one another in your own neighborhoods and schools, no one has any room to speak about the
tyranny of the government and the so called elite as if they are some mysterious and separate entity that rules all and causes your personal problems.
The citizenry make up the government, they could be your neighbors, your school board members, your fellow community members. And if your neighbors
aren't nice and they are too controlling and dominating then well, they are just a reflection of OUR GOVERNMENT. It's all the same. When will you
all see past your own noses…such short sight to not admit your own tyranny amongst yourselves and so quick to blame an entity and call it the
shadowy elite or government?
The elite, who ever they are, this shadow group, well, they are either smart, smart, smart, and/or lucky, lucky, lucky because they have risen above
the crap pile down below. And those swimming in it are jealous as can be at those that are protected from it. But don’t think that those that are
above it haven’t sacrificed something of themselves in some way, because they have. And don’t think that the same people complaining about the
elite would share their resources if they ever were to become elite themselves. Each and everyone one of us will pay a price in the end. Rich,
middle-class and poor alike. There is nothing we can do about it. It is the demise of being a human being.
And so the little brown dog comes running by and lays the joker card right on this post.