The Turkey Trot, (it's) Not!!!

Most Thanksgivings in Ill a Noise, I can be found at the annual "Turkey Trot," a 5K run in Oglesby, which always is blessed with 2 killer hills at the end of the course.  On this day, however, I am going to run with Daniel, just for the joy of it--and for the health of it of course--and to justify overeating later in the day...not guilt-free, but close. 

I quote from Linus Van Pelt: "No problem is so big or complicated that it can't be run away from!"

A solid declaration of independence, that!  And yet...

Lucille Van Pelt, ever the cynic and critical spirit, replies:

 "You can't just run away from your problems! What if everybody just ran away from their problems?"  But Linus, ever hopeful, rejoins, "Well at least we'd be all running in the same direction!" 

Something that cannot be said of USA today. The paper or the people.

Running is not my salvation, far from it; but the Spanish verb "salvar" largely means healing and receiving health. "To save," more often than not  has that implication in English. Usually to save from physical or mental destruction, is what is meant by it; so much so that when one speaks of spiritual salvation, the wordly question is, "Saved from what?"  And if one tries to explain, one often hears the protest, "I'm basically a good person--I haven't killed anybody--yet--except in the heart, one must add.  This recent election was the very opposite of salvation, it brought no health to anyone, with each side equally implying that the entire opposite side should be run off a cliff and drown like the herds of swine that they are; being demon-possessed of course by "Legions"  of Devils not unlike those in the Dost. novel of the same name, also being "possessed," more than "oppressed." 

But the present situation shows that we who have been long-time experts as running away from our problems and commitments, are not running in the same direction. 

Or are we?

Are we just running around the world in the dark, only to collide with each other at the end, rather like the comedy movie/treasure hunt, that I mentioned recently? And be both severely wounded by our own culpability, and stuck immobile in the same ward as our co-conspirators and frenemies; possibly forever?  (Now that's a chilling thought--without the "beer here," refrain.)

Are we really the same at the root, like the Pharisees and the Sadducees--united only in the ABC paradigm so prevalent worldwide, that is, "Anything but Christ."  (the essence of Unitarianism and why it is 100% reactionary--it only exists for those who can't tolerate Christ or Christians)

I am opting out of the rat race this year. Rhetoric, like running, has only put the Sophists in the lead, even though they are really twice-dead last. The spirits of competition have run themselves ragged and into an early grave.  And an attitude of gratitude is less in evidence in our nation than in any Thanksgiving in the past, I'll wager.

OK, so that's the down side; I am going to run with Daniel and trust that some of his positivity will rub off on my side; so that later today I can "post positively" and truly thankfully.  (Hint: I believe I will be waxing sanguinely on home schooling, which all my home schooling readers will appreciate--in fact, my few readers are also home school teachers, so I will pray about something constructive to say...)