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A Cluster Seuss

January 31st, 2017

Dear Todd,

These are facinating times. To say the least. And it's hard to teach the kids the right message sometimes.

I can only imagine the various conversations between spouses around the country and our world.  And what is interesting, and I could be wrong, is that I imagine that all the conversations in other countries involve spouses on the same page. Agreeing with each other.  And homes all on the same page.

Here, in the US, there are mixtures of the Sneetches with "stars upon thars" and the ones without.  And there are even households with one "Star-Bellied Sneetch" and "One Non-Star Sneetch."  Friends who had no idea they didn't have a star on their belly until this whole political shakedown.

As for me I believe in the potential of all Sneetches to be amazing---with or without Stars. There are a lot of us, I think that believe this.  So why are we here? In this mess?  And why do some of us feel the need to protest and rise up and fight what appears to be a very scary political shift, and others think "Relax." "Stop Whining." "Give it a Chance."

How can these views be so different?  Why do some see our leader as the Onceler and Yertle the Turtle combined, and others see him as The Cat in the Hat---making a mess, but for the greater good?

The trouble is, that he is not a fantastical creation to teach us all a life lesson.  He is a real person, in power, that maybe doesn't take into consideration the feelings of others.  And maybe somewhere, down the line, a lot of people stopped taking into consideration the feelings of others.  In my opinion, that should not be rewarded, nor celebrated.

We as humans, again in my opinion, cannot afford to go the route of "Every Man For Himself."  We fight for the turtles at the bottom of the stack, we take the last trufflula seed and plant it and protect it.

That's the foundation of my upbringing and my understanding of what our country is supposed to be--ya know after we took out all the natives, and owned slaves---so it's taken a while to get here...BUT we were making progress, we should be accepting of all Sneetches. This is where we've gotten off track.  So for now...this is what I'm telling our kids...

"Be kind. Help each other. Even if you don't know them. Unless they are an adult luring you with candy or puppies. A person's a person no matter how small. And no turtle is an island. Except Yertle."

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