So I am guilty, for those of you who don’t understand latin.

Guilty of what?  How long do you have to listen, or read rather.  And aren’t we all?  And that last question is more of a way to ameliorate my own feelings or remorse at my being guilty.

Or is it?

What?

We learn early on in life that when you point fingers at people you have three point back at yourself.  To paraphrase, “Let he who has not sinned throw the first stone.”

Who is to blame for the reason we are where we are?  I don’t have the same education as that person.  I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth.  I haven’t had the same opportunities.  I had to make this choice because of this situation.

Guilt.  Remorse.  Justification.  Levying blame.  Finger pointing.

Such pleasant past times that we engage in.

Watching a couple of the news channels this morning and lots of blame being tossed about due to what is happening in the Middle East.  I tossed out the question to my housemates, “Why do we even care?”

And I seriously mean it.   With the troubles we have in the United States, why do we continue to try to police the world.  And I am going to make another bold statement here.  I know we made the current mess.  I believe it in my heart of hearts.  And not one dollar spent, not one life lost will end up making a difference.  And that is sad.  Brave men and women doing their jobs in the military have lost their lives, their limbs, and their mental abilities for naught.

Was it all for money?  Big business?  Many companies have made billions off of the Middle East.  Was it for oil?  Did we benefit from any oil pumped out of any of the oil fields in Iraq, Afghanistan, or Iran?

1 out of 6 people here in the US live with hunger.  Nearly 46 million Americans live in poverty.  We have bridges that need to be repaired.  We have cities that are declaring bankruptcy.  We have more than enough problems of our own to keep worrying about the problems of the world.