Cat Dish Politics

I’m going to say straight up I’m more of a dog person than a cat person despite the fact that I’ve had a cat for the last 14 years and haven’t had a dog for about the last 10 or so. The cat just hung on a lot longer.  Actually a lot longer than any of us thought she would.

There’s a HUGE difference in how dogs and cats eat. Dogs devour. Every morsel is gulped with delight.  It could be a pile of leaves with a little broth on it and a dog would chow down on that as if it were steak. It would then look for more of that deliciousness.  A dog would then go back and lick the dish clean.  Maybe try to eat the dish. Then the dog would lick the floor around the dish clean.  And any small children who happened to wander by.

cat-not-eatingA cat on the other hand would gripe incessantly until fed and then be snarky about what it had been fed.

“Really? This? What is it – a pile of leaves with broth on it? Okay fine. I’ll try it. Just a bite.”

Cats are a lot like picky children. Only cats don’t want their food to touch anything including the dish it is served in. They eat the center out of any food offering and refuse to touch the rest. Now this works fine for dry food. You just shake the self-feeder (if you happen to have a cat that has any self-control) or add more to the left-overs. Wet food is a different story.  It dries up and gets really crusty and pretty gross. This happens pretty much within minutes of the cat finishing its dining.

I know you are saying to yourself, “what on earth do cat dishes have to do with politics?” Wait for it. I do have a point here. (transition music)

About the time, I think I can see anything clearly related to what goes on in the hallowed halls of Congress, the White House, the Supreme Court, or the back alleys of Washington, D.C., a little snippet comes out that makes me wonder what the heck.  Actually that’s a pretty tame version of what I wonder but I try to write in such a way that my G’ma wouldn’t wash my mouth out with Lava soap.

From multi-billion dollar payments to foreign countries so they won’t do what they shouldn’t do in the first place, to ignoring the plight of refugees world-wide, to not honoring commitments, to not caring for the least of these, to trying to look like they are what they are not, I’m frequently appalled. What makes it really hard is I’m never sure how to discern what is true and what is skewed. What is worse, perhaps, is the lack of personalization for almost any issue – unless of course it will help your campaign. Or help smear your opponent. It is the nameless, faceless problem. People’s lives and tragedies are being manipulated to accomplish what for whom?

The manipulation of people by those whom we elect and appoint within the federal government would, in the words of Anne Lamott, “make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.”

Now that’s an icky thought isn’t it? And yet, I believe I’ll join Him. I’m not sure what we’ll do together after that but I believe I’ll join Him there, too.

 

 

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