Associations. Govern-ments. Unions. They’re all comprised of groups of people who supposedly have the same ideas, goals and parameter of rules and regulations.
There are tons and tons of associations, from homeowners to sports to, well, you name it. Our world is chock full of “joiners” who clearly possess the mentality that allows them to believe that in order to make a difference one must be “associated.”
There’s no doubt that the rights of many individuals have been protected by their Ass.Gov.com. On the flip sign of that coin, however, one might be a bit disappointed to find the harm that has also been caused when absolutely no mutual ground can be found and personal agendas take precedence over common sense.
Who wants to be a leader anyway? Why, oh why, would one subject him/herself to all that potential for public criticism? Assuming all of the past, present and future Presidents of this great nation under God enter into the oval office with only the best of intentions, the obvious question then presents itself…WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED????
Shall we take a minute to review Unions? No doubt about it, they were established with the best interest of workers in mind. The people needed to be protected from greedy unfair bosses.
Now, however, the tides have turned and even the most inept employee can no longer be dismissed because he/she is “protected” by their Union. Go ahead. Try and get rid of the loser while avoiding pricey legal issues—simply impossible.
Many citizens are of the mindset that “if you don’t participate, you can’t complain.” Well I’m here to tell ya, from the sidelines, that yes we can! Quite frankly, I consider this my personal spectator sport cuz watching from the outside can be so entertaining.
The “he said, she said” game has been being played since cavemen learned to grunt, no doubt fighting over who really invented the wheel.
Well, it’s too late to turn back now. It’s all way bigger than us, from the tiniest associations to the fattest unions. And if you join, you are expected to participate. And fight. And argue. And pay at the window.
As for me, well I’ll just continue to observe and offer comments on what I feel is right and just.
I’ve found our dog Bucky is a super listener, and he keeps one hell of a secret. Maybe he’ll start his own association. We’ll call it Dog.Ass.com—no membership fee required, no scheduled meetings, just bring your own bone of choice and eat it when ya want.
One rule only…no fighting allowed.
