After being forced from my marital nest I cast my sense of belonging net over a wide swath of clubs for self-improvement, self-serving and serving other selves. The range of my search for self-actualization spanned the gatherings of Alcoholics Anonymous, Kiwanis, Lions, Toastmasters, Rotary and even the Optimists club.
Now, re-martially nested just behind the front-lines of World War III, I am ever-more attuned to socio-economic world events. My take-away from living seven years in China is not even the Chinese know what’s going on in China. As in China, I am an illiterate in Turkey and rely on a once a month info-dump from my English speaking landlord.
When asked if I was going to vote, I said that I already had spent $27 twice for Bernie. As a program chair for Kiwanis and Lions, clubs I eagerly sought out political office seekers to speak at our breakfast, lunch and dinner meetings. If I was still in the business of rounding up speakers for my club, I'm sure the events would be more contentious than ever.
Choice in politics always meant "the lesser of two evils” or "better the devil you know.” The Clinton-Trump dilemma hearkens back to the 1954 Los Angeles Optimists club meeting pictured above. An updated version might read; "why worry about it we’re already broke.” http://hamletforhumanity.com/2016/08/optimists-clubs-no-longer-optimistic/
