That New President Smell

Ah, I can smell the festivities even this far away. The king is dead, long live the king. While I would, deep down, like to be hopeful and upbeat about our new leader, I find myself hesitating on the brink of positive thinking, then pulling back with a scowl. I was once an unquestioning and emotional patriot. Circumstances private and political have made me come to an abrupt clarity of vision. Unless you are content to be made use of, or are willing to live out your days with blinders, a sentient human is unable to maintain a high level of ignorance for long. I was blind. Now I see. And what I see outside of my family unit is ugly. I have seen the man behind the curtain. He's not my friend, nor yours. In these strange sad days I cannot afford to put my faith in anyone beyond my immediate family. I know these people. I don't know anyone else that well at all. So in essence they're wild cards, and i don't gamble anymore with my heart or soul. Maybe our new leader will bring about 'change' and spread some 'hope'. We all need some of both. My best wishes to him, but I still breathe deeply in my meditation, for I'm not holding my breath.