I recently was reading about the mother who murdered her two teenage children. This is such a sad, but avoidable, occurrence. It is said that the daughter had reported that her mother was abusing her, hut her multiple times in the head or face, and cut her lip in the process. Children have been taken from a home for a lot less than the abuse reported by the now deceased daughter of the Army spouse…but they were from the inner city or poor neighborhoods. It is obvious that this may have been avoided if the child abuse complaint was taken seriously and not pushed under the rug because of whom they were or where they lived. I don’t claim that I know the reasons, but there is a reason why affluent children never end up in the system and it’s not because the affluent or financially comfortable don’t abuse. Abuse occurs at any level of the financial spectrum. A friend once told me that a model family was broken up because the son mentioned that mom slapped him for the first time and it upset him. His parents had adopted children as well as the son and after the teacher overheard the son complaining to a friend in class, she reported what she had heard and, subsequently, all the children were removed from the home. This was just a slap…no cut lip, no multiple slaps, no repeated offenses, no alcohol or drug abuse (as is the case of this mother), just one slap. What was even more horrible was that the parents reportedly had never hit their son before, and he was a teenager. Needless to say, to road to making their family whole again was a very long one, with the children suffering the most having been handed over to the foster care system.
Furthermore, had there been some sort of support or communication for the mother offered by the Army when her husband was deployed, she may have gotten the help she needed. Maybe someone would have noticed a woman in crisis. But, as a military spouse, I know that when your husband is deployed, you get virtually no support these days because of budgetary reasons, complacency on the part of the community, or just plain refusal or disinterest by the spouses. You feel as if you are on your own for that year and alone. It can be a tough adjustment to single parenthood when your husband has always been there to help. Back in the days of Desert Storm, those support systems were in place and the military spouse groups were more active. I remember going to several functions for the spouses and children left behind back then. Where are these programs now? I get the Air Force Base paper often and never notice a mention of an event for deployed families.
But, nevertheless, this mother had her issues mentally and her husband’s deployment may have just been the tipping point. There is always an event that pushes those on the edge over it. It’s a shame her husband did not recognize her drinking and drug use as the bigger issue it was before he left for the Middle East (and maybe he didn’t get a chance as deployments can happen quickly, especially for officers) and perhaps had another family member stay with her to help out and give her that support she was going to miss. It’s a shame that those who have had psychological care or have been abusers of drugs and/or alcohol cannot go under a more stringent battery of evaluations or longer waiting periods before they can purchase a gun or ammunition. I am, however not blaming this on anyone but the perpetrator of the crime. She did the deed, she’s off, crazy, or just evil and she needs to fry for it. It’s just a shame she did not receive the help she needed before she got to the point of no return.
Wow. The day to vote is finally here and I am so glad that it’s going to be over soon. I have grown weary of all the banter and chit chat online and on television by the so-called pundits and experts. We, the public, are hit with a plethora of information, whether true or false, whether positive or negative. I don’t care if you think you are a witch or your hairdo looks wacky. I don’t care if you hired a hooker. I don’t care if you decided to spend your last family vacation in Timbuktu in a pitched tent in the woods smoking weed all day. I am tired of hearing politicians justify why we should vote for them once again or for the first time. None of them have said anything worth listening to nor have even attempted to be informative enough to make me feel as if they actually do know something about economics and what will help our society.
I have listened to my husband over the years talk about the impending doom that the world will experience when our financial markets crash for one last horrible, devastating time and how our vote does not matter. He has been completely right with his predictions thus far. But still I will vote, just in case there is a possibility of a shred of hope of turning things around. Maybe there is someone out there willing to do and say the right things to get our society back on track but I certainly don’t attach the label of savior or messiah to any politician. They are just people each with their own agendas. I cannot sit idly by watching the world go around me without doing that small little bit that makes me feel as if I have contributed. I think of all the people who have stood before dogs and fire hoses to give me the right to vote and I cannot let them down. I cannot let their fight be all in vein.
Who will I vote for? I probably will pick a party line and vote for all. Which party line is the question. I don’t want to help the madness of the negative rhetoric out there beating up our esteemed president for things he didn’t cause and cannot change. But if the other side takes over, it gives them no excuses. So do I vote strategically or with my party of choice? What about the issues, you may wonder. I’m not one of those idiotic non-billionaires who thinks that wealth should and will trickle down. They have been waving that flag for many years and I sit here with my empty bucket waiting for just one drop to trickle. Subsequently, I have not latched on to the anti-tax fight. It is nonsensical for anyone who is middle class or less to even begin to think that that particular fight is theirs as well. The more money that is brought in by corporations, the more creative they get in thinking up ways to move the jobs off shore and dodge paying the taxes that is due to our society. I don’t care if you are gay and want to get married. That is how you were born and I have no right to make an issue out of Mother Nature’s choices. No individual should be able to tell you that marriage is not a choice for you. But I will not stand with you when you akin your struggles to that of the ancestors of former chattel slavery. When you are recognizable by mere sight and physical aspects, have been hung on trees, beaten, run down by dogs and sprayed by fire hoses for several hundred years after your people were chained in the hulls of ships, come back and try to sell me your metaphoric comparisons. If I put solar panels in my home tomorrow, I will have a huge bill because they are very expensive but the energy wasted by the rest of society trumps any single effort by a few. I don’t care if the president was born in Hawaii or Siberia. He was elected, therefore deal with it but please stop sending smoke signals. Call yourself what you really are and say what you really mean–you hate the fact the the United States is being led by a Black man and you will do anything and everything to make sure that never happens again.
No single candidate has spoken to any of my true concerns, so my vote is purely ceremonial. It’s a shame that it seems as if so many people, including my husband are correct when they say that our vote does not mean anything. I will cast my vote today in the small hopes that it does.