I awoke from a strange dream this morning. I was starting a new job doing (groan) telemarketing. Apparently, it was an even more “fly-by-night” company than the one that I USED to work for. The reason that I say that is they were set up in an old barn and there wasn’t even a pretense of individual cubicles for the callers. Computers were set up as close the next one as possible and one row was even set up outdoors, when they ran out of room inside. They had no chair for me, so they had me sit on an old tractor and put the keyboard and monitor on the rear of the hood. The boss-man was complaining about how low production was and was demoting one supervisor and filling his position with a teenage kid because of it. The really weird thing was that it was the barn and the tractor that I grew up with!
I like to think that I’m handling my current unemployment with calmness and faith but, subconsciously, I must not be doing so well to have crazy dreams like that. On awakening, I thought my situation over a bit. I never dreamed that I’d be looking for work at age 58, living on savings from selling the tractor that replaced the one in the dream, and wondering if I’d have a job when I completed my latest schooling.
Of course, my situation would be better if Congress hadn’t let the unemployment extensions run out. I’m continuing to look for work, even though I’m in school, but it’s mainly to have references in the unlikely event that any renewed extension would be retroactive to the ending of previous benefits. The democrats, while willing to send billions to A-rabs intent on shooting us in the back, are in no hurry to help their own countrymen. The republicans are even more unsympathetic. Apparently, they think that the only people out of work are democrats. As I’ve said before in this column, I used to be a fifth generation republican myself, until they became carbon copies of the democrats. I renounced all political affiliation when they decided that McCain was the best man they had.
I used to be somewhat active in politics. I used to go to meetings and write my congressmen and so on. Anymore, it’s obvious that both of West Virginia’s senators have sold their souls to the devil. Looking at their voting records, it looks like our representatives have only half sold out. What that REALLY means is that they are already bought and paid for; they just haven’t admitted it to themselves yet. For a couple minutes this morning, I actually considered writing our two republican representatives to remind them that not all unemployed people were democrats and that they should go forward with an unemployment extension. Then I remembered that, like the democrats, they were only PRETENDING to care about the folks back home. Silly me. WHAT was I thinking?
I understand what Marx meant when he said that religion (meaning Christianity) was the opiate of the people. In some ways, I even have to agree with him; it is, after all, solely our religious beliefs that keep Americans from storming Washington and murdering the whole bunch in their political beds. That’s what Marx wanted the citizens of every nation to do. So, though the politicians are trying to destroy our religion, in truth, it’s the only thing keeping them alive. I dread to think of the world that my grandkids will inherit, if it stands long enough. I also realize that the time is long past when we can do anything about it. The cards have been dealt and the hand must be played.
What calmness I do manage to have is due to my faith in the Lord. I know he hears me when I petition him for help and guidance. I know that he will answer my prayers, even if not always in the way that I prefer. I remember, too, that the aggravations of this life are only temporary, and that I will someday move to a better place. Until then, I’ll trust in the Lord to look out for my interests, NOT the politicians. I can only hope that my grandkids find the same “opiate” that I have—the Lord Jesus Christ. © 2014